In spots the little rivulets of water appeared.

Another day I saw a fly or a spider awakened after the hard winter.

The spring was coming.

I realized that in spring it was impossible to go out from the forest.
Every river overflowed its banks; the swamps became impassable; all the runways of the animals turned into beds for streams of running water.
I understood that until summer I was condemned to a continuation of my solitude.

Spring very quickly came into her rights and soon my mountain was free from snow and was covered only with stones, the trunks of birch and aspen trees and the high cones of ant hills; the river in places broke its covering of ice and was coursing full with foam and bubbles..