There are hundreds of schools almost buried in the snow, bare and dismal
as caves, where the boys suffocate with smoke or chatter their teeth
with cold as they gaze in terror at the white flakes which descend
unceasingly, which pile up without cessation on their distant cabins
threatened by avalanches. You rejoice in the winter, boys. Think of the
thousands of creatures to whom winter brings misery and death.
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