The wind, carrying white, shaggy masses, raced over the plain, piping cold, shrill whistles.

Across the snowy expanse moved a girl's figure, dark and solitary, rocking to and fro.

The wind fluttered her dress, clogged her footsteps, and drove pricking snowflakes into her face.

Walking was difficult; the little feet sank into the snow.

Cold and fearful the girl bent forward, like a blade of grass, the sport of the wanton wind.