The samovar bursts with heat, the stove breathes languidly,
On the shoulders of a cute shawl with an embroidered heart,
And outside the Windows, winter is circling, silvering,
Drags the children's sledge to roll down the mountain.
Pies with Apple jam arrived in time,
Here is and evening, nor souls, no one in sight,
Only the spinning wheel & quot;sings", the thread is Golden,
Yes, the kids are not up to sleep, I want to frolic.
On the porch of the month sat down, the stars dance,
The lone accordion will not sleep, all wanders...