Neither Fluff nor Feather!
Speaking of fluff, around this time last year in Tomsk, the streets were covered in cottonwood down. The effect was visually magical, if a little irritating . . . the stuff would stick to clothing and hair, and I inevitably inhaled it during daily walks to the university. The snowy down gave the impression of snow in summer; it was a reminder that winter would be blowing in after my departure, which meant weather 45 Celcius degrees below zero and a drastic change from the breezy way of life that made Tomsk so charming in August.


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I don’t mean to be rude, but isn’t the saying “Ни пуха, ни пера”?