In & nbsp;this & nbsp; & nbsp; stove & nbsp; & nbsp; village
Crackle & nbsp; without & nbsp; end & nbsp; & nbsp; wood.
A behind a & nbsp; transparent & nbsp; curtain
Canvas & nbsp; sent out & nbsp; winter.
Sleep !& nbsp; you & nbsp; Wake not & nbsp; will,
A & nbsp; climb & nbsp; quietly & nbsp; under & nbsp; bed,
Old & nbsp; boots & nbsp;get,
And go & nbsp; to & nbsp; & nbsp; forests & nbsp; & nbsp; walk!
The wires & nbsp; sound, like & nbsp; gusli,
Snow & nbsp; squeals & nbsp; & nbsp; puppy –
Me & nbsp;towards & nbsp; two & nbsp; & nbsp; grannies,
Go to God's Temple & nbsp; on foot.
The ice POPs in line the river,
Sorochy & nbsp;Bazaar & nbsp; in & nbsp; & nbsp; pine.
And & nbsp;Rowan trees, like & nbsp; extinct & nbsp; candles,
Stand & nbsp; at random & nbsp; in the distance.
Invigorates winter weather
A washout shakes in & nbsp; & nbsp; Creek.
Oak, & nbsp; as & nbsp; & nbsp; terrible & nbsp; & nbsp; Governor ;
In white - white & nbsp; & nbsp; zipun.