Spring - Helen Blagina
Even in homes burning stove
And later, the sun rises
We also have on our river
Quietly walking through the ice;
More to the barn for firewood
Not straight probereshsya
And in the garden under the trees
Snowman with broom slumbers;
Yet we are all warmly dressed -
In the jerseys, padded trousers in ...
And yet the signs of spring
In all, around the already visible.
And how the roof warmer
And like the sun in the form
Dripping, dropping, singing,
Busied, as in delirium.
And suddenly the road was wet,
And the boots are full of water ...
And the wind is gentle and prolonged
Blew from the south.
And the sparrows shout at each other
About the sun, about its beauty.
And all the gay freckles
We sat down at a nose ...