This Christmans morning spotless white by the hoar frost also the barbed wire. Hi bukte zich diep en toonde de kinderen de pad in zijn hand. He bowed at his knee showing to his grandchildren the toad in his hand. With a little waiting the foam in your glass becomes beer again. Over a night full of commotion and squabble the moon silently rises.
Children play in spring gardens, near a nuclear reactor.
Thor-Braun Met vele bezems vegen de kale bomen de lage wolken. With many brooms the bare trees sweep the low clouds. Between the lights in the afternoon, children's voices are still sounding. The lake by moonlight - amidst the silvery waves one fisherman's boat. Op het lege strand drie dametjes in het wit, wuivend naar een schip.