Winter's tale

Bumps drowned in the road,
Snow covered gray asphalt,
Through the field, diving in hollows,
She runs to the village.
The frost touches the cold.
Fresh air rings like crystal.
It pinches the cheeks and bites the nose.
The frost of the eyebrow is slightly silvery.
All the houses in the village are ruffled,
They look with displeasure at the frost.
Hats pushed down snow roofs
And they puff out the pipes together.
The whole village was covered with a snowy tale.
In the yards, snow is everywhere up to the porch.
The whole village is entangled in paths,
There is no beginning and no end to them.
The snow is such that you can't see enough.
Everything sparkles, burns in the sun.
White-white, not like the streets
Urban dirty gray lies.
Lo and behold, the winter day is already ending.
The sun is soon sliding across the sky.
Flashed in the distance and melted.
The blue evening rushes to the village.
And the frost becomes angrier towards night.
The blizzard twists and knocks on the windows.
In the house, the oven is filled with warmth,
Bursting like fire across the logs.
With a duvet, the whole village
The hostess covers the winter.
Lights go out in the windows, quiet on the streets.
They fall asleep at home until morning.
Sparks of stars with magic in the sky flashed.
The moon is a round pot-bellied barrel.
Hangs over the very rooftops.
More and more snow.
The winter world fell into silence.
Only the blizzard disagrees with him.
She has fun and swagger
Through the village all night until morning.

Igor Tikhonenko