& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Winter cried rain -
I hate this slush!
and haze Domoklovym sword,
& nbsp;Ashamed of the naked earth, hung.
In the element of feelings there is no support,
As in the seasons of constancy:
Here the snow fell-the snow melted,
Only the color of the space has changed.
Do not betray purity,
& nbsp;Asleep under the snow, passion!
Do not betray beauty
& nbsp; & nbsp; the Former love of the Holy misfortune!