Christmas tree

What bliss that the snow glistens
that the cold got stronger, and in the morning it was drizzling,
that foil sparkles wildly and tenderly
at every corner and in the shop window.

While serpentine, tinsel, gimp
ascend over the boredom of other possessions,
the languor of New Year's Eve
endure and endure - what a marvelous fate!

What a fortune that shadows fell
around the trees and firs blooming everywhere,
and evergreen news of love
instilled in the soul and added to the miracle.

Where did tenderness and spruce come from,
where they hid before, and how they agreed!
Like children waiting at the cherished doors
I forgot to wait, and the doors opened.

What a bliss that it is necessary to decide
where the glass ball will warm up more beautifully,
and only love, only decorate the spruce
and contemplate this untold world ...

Bella Akhmadulina