Lotska para mim!

Este frio atrasado só me dá vontade de hibernar! E não é que fui descobrir que há um "sono de Inverno" chamado lotska?! Quem alinha?
Contudo, já que lancei a proposta, quero que fique em acta que não me limito a comer pão seco, empurrado por um golo de água, nem estou disposta a levantar-me para pôr lenha na fogueira.


"A Practice closely akin to hibernation is said to be general among Russian peasants in the Pskov Government. At the first fall of snow the whole family gathers round the stove, lies down, ceases to wrestle with the problems of human existence, and quietly goes to sleep. Once a day every one wakes up to eat a piece of hard bread, of which an amount sufficient to last six months has providently been baked in the previous autumn. When the bread has been washed down with a draught of water, everyone goes to sleep again. The members of the family take it in turn to watch and keep the fire alight. After six months of this reposeful existence the family wakes up, shakes itself, goes out to see if the grass is growing, and by-and-by sets to work at summer tasks. The country remains comparatively lively till the following winter, when again all signs of life disappear and all is silent, except we presume for the snores of the sleepers."

Para quando a Primavera senhores? Para quando? Já pensei em encomendar umas quantas andorinhas, já que uma só não faz a (ben)dita estação. Resultará?