Sam walked down the trail on snow mountains.
It was terrible cold, almost sixty degrease below zero.
He was weared in fur boots and warm clothes.
He went to his friends who had the food and a fire.
He expected to reach them in several hours and he knew that this trail leaded him to them.
After a while he reached a frozen stream and he had to walk on to it.
He couldn't find another way cause he should walk straignt to not lose a right way.
Suddenly when he arrived to a middle of the stream he looked a spring under the ice and sank into the cold water with his knees.
He was angry and he decided to make a fire to dry his clothes.He found a wood, took out matches and made a fire.
He fed the fire all the time to go on it.
Suddenly a puff of the wind shaked branches with the snow and all the load of the snow fell on him and the fire putted out.
He gathered his matches, putted off gloves and became to scratch them on his legs.
It blazed immediately but there weren't dry branches.
So he couldn't make a fire again right now.
While he collected branches his fingers stopped to bend and he couldn't make a fire.
He throw to the trail expecting that he got on to reach his friends till he was able to stay alive but he failed.
He decided to rest a while and fell asleep.
It was his best sleep but he didn't woke up again.
September 2015
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