To tremble from the cold in the icy snow, in the hard breath of a horrid wind to run, stamping our feet in every moment. Our teeth chattering in extreme cold. Before the fire to pass peaceful contented days while the rain outside pours down. To walk on the ice, at a slow pace, for fear of falling, move carefully. To make a bold turn, to slip, to fall down, to go on the ice once more and run hard until the ice breaks up. To hear the sirocco, (warm south wind) Boreas, and all the winds at war leave their iron gates: this is winter, but, even so, what joy it brings!