A. S. Pushkin Winter morning

Виктория Музалевская
The frost and sunshine
Day's amazing,
Oh, you're still sleeping, little daisy.
It's time, my beutiful, wake up
And open closed by bliss your eyes,
Towards the Nothern Aurore rise,
As star of Northern lands get up!

Last night remember blizzard angried,
In cloudy sky the mist was scampered;
The moon was alike pale spot
Trough darky clouds it had got
The yellow, and you
Was sitting dismal-
And now... look in pane:

Under blues skies,
Amazing carpets,
Sparkling at sun you find a snow,
Bright forest only getting darky,
And eve through hoarfrost getting green.
And river's shiny under ice.

Room shines with amber brilliance.
With merry crackle 
The heating oven sounds.
It is a plasure - think at bed.
But know, should we order sledge
With brown hourse to be prepared.

Gliding along through morning snow,
My dear friend, let's faster go,
Running as an impatient steed.
And let's we visit empty fields,
Woodlands were so lush recently,
And river bank, that dear for me.