We have a very unusual New Year Eve at the biological station: waves on the sea go up and down; never previously seen green lights sparkle in the open clean water at the Eremeevsky rapids; pink ice formed near the Sour-Sweet lake; and a flock of mallards joined the eiders who gathered to spend the winter in the Great Salma — as if we were not in the Arctic, but at a Moscow embankment.
But the snow, the taiga and the air are the same.
