It's snowing

Here is an ancient custom
will not break.
Knock on the wooden shutter -
tea will be brewed,
the boots will dry
warm cabbage soup is removed from the oven.

In these huts,
in this snowy width
breathing white frosts,
she has long lived -
Siberia
generously hospitable soul.

If there is anyone else,
may be,
that the steps are heard at the gate,
he will lay his door on the latch,
will not bring a ladle of water,

and attracts him uncontrollably
meeting with every new penny -
let this vein shake
over your iron chest!

How many times
me in a peasant hut
invited to a modest table!
Put on the night
only on the bed,
themselves spent the night on the floor.

Seeing off to the fence in the morning,
said
having smoked tobacco, -
they say, than they are rich,
so happy.
Sorry if something goes wrong! ..

Opening the doors to your house,
not concealing any thoughts,
no feelings
to deserve,
at least to some extent,
this supreme generosity
learning.

To share
in sympathetic dismay
all that I have for my soul,
with a person,
lost on the road
a traveler
wandering through the woods.

So that, saying goodbye to him at the fence,
having smoked tobacco in a friendly manner,
say:
- The more rich they are, the more happy.
Sorry if something goes wrong!


Yuri Levitansky.