From the diary of yunnat

 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Like Christmas trees wrapped in snow,
            Under the ice warm streams transparent,
            Roofs like a hill of cottage cheese,
            and above them the smoke is hot...
 
            Yes,winter CHISTULYA of CHISTULYA,
            All starches rural road,
            at night minus, and by dinner zero -
              Long children will be able to tumble!
 
            I titmouse salsa tied -
            so peck, fight, clueless!
            Snowman broom keep tired,
            his Nose is red from the carrot!
 
            Yunnat* - (from Soviet life ) -
            young naturalist.
 
              06.12.13 G.