Morning. I stood at the window and looked at our yard. Outside, there was snow everywhere. Just mountains of snow. On the calendar for a long time was spring. In the past, remained cheerful bustling holiday — the last day of Carnival, when accompanied winter home. A winter did not want to leave. On the thermometer that hung in the window, was one. The sun, the bright light in my window, it was hidden behind a cloud. Cold wind from the sea. And it is — the first day of vacation.The third quarter was challenging for me, but I managed, and finished it with no triples. Large loads were in the music school. We had a lot of play. All brass musicians preparing for the city competition. So called musicians playing wind instruments. I play the clarinet. To enter the contest, you had to go through a serious school selection.The contest was held every two years. Two years of preparation. And — one speech. All nervous. And it is not clear who is more? We or our teachers with parents. The pressure was such that I once threw up. I was told the older kids, it's excitement. And on the last rehearsal, which went for more than one hour, I suddenly began to shake hands. I got scared and decided that there will be shaking hands, but the guys calm down and said it — from overwork. My ears were ringing all the time teacher's words: "Start at the beginning! Come again! " And so again and again.Those who took the top places in the city competition, we had to prepare and national competitions. And the same thing happened. Among the winners was me. The competition was held. I can not believe that all is over. And you can relax. Just walking on the street with the kids. Go with friends to the movies. There's plenty to eat ice cream. But suddenly all my plans were dashed. And Wii games at the TV, and playing on the computer.I was bitten by a dog. Grabbed tightly. Who is to blame? Maybe I am. Mom even took me to travmapunkt. And I left a seam on the leg. Now go, limping around the apartment, playing with little sister. Yes, my mom carries a bandage to the hospital. A lot of free time.Remembered the teacher wishes, you need to read more. Grandfather found an old book called "The Past of Tallinn." And he began to read. Was interesting.And playing unloved range, I can not bear them. Learns how to play the clarinet. It's not far off — the exam. "Unless you want to go to the fifth grade! ", Says mother.Every day I write the stories, I spent spring break. At the end of a vacation from all the written stories were one. "Learn to write, in good stead." — Says mother. "Mom, when the rest? " — I ask. "This summer will come. There you will have a long vacation, and that's a rest "- meet momI stood at the window looking into the yard. Small groups of guys walked past my windows in the gymnasium. Came the first school day of the fourth quarter. It is a pity that so quickly went spring break.by George C.
