The white guard

To Lyubov Yevgenievna Belozerskaya

A light snow was falling, which suddenly changed to thick, heavy flakes. The wind began to howl; it was a snowstorm. Within a moment the dark sky had merged with the ocean of snow. Everything disappeared.

'Looks bad, sir,' shouted the coachman. 'A blizzard!'

Pushkin The Captain's Daughter

... and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books according to their works ....

Revelation, XX, 12.