“And out there a regular battle was going on. It was hard to say who was being wiped off the face of the earth, and for the sake of whose destruction nature was being churned up into such a ferment; but, judging from the unceasing malignant roar, someone was getting it very hot. A victorious force was in full chase over the fields, storming in the forest and on the church roof, battering spitefully with its fists upon the windows, raging and tearing, while something vanquished was howling and wailing. . . . A plaintive lament sobbed at the window, on the roof, or in the stove. It sounded not like a call for help, but like a cry of misery, a consciousness that it was too late, that there was no salvation.”
“And the wind staggered like a drunkard. It would not let the snow settle on the ground, and whirled it round in the darkness at random.”
The Witch by Anton Chekhov
Yesterday and today blizzard winds have been blowing in Podlasie Region in Poland. Fortunately, they are not too strong.