Lie cold fogs,
Livid fires burning.
The Soul frosty Svetlana
In dreams mysterious game.
Squeak of snow - will take the heart -
Again, quiet moon.
Outside the gates of laughs,
Next - dark outside.
Give, take a look at holiday laughter,
I shall go down, cover the face!
red tape - a hindrance,
Cute would look on the porch…
But the fog did not stir,
I am waiting for Midnight pores.
Someone whispers, and laughs,
And burn, burning fires…
snow squeaks, - in the frosty gave
Quiet, Crouching light.
Someone ran sled…
"Your name?"Laughter in response…
Here stood a snow whirlwind,
All turned white porch…
And laughing, and gentle
Covers my face…
Lie cold fogs,
wan, sneaks moon.
Soul thoughtful Svetlana
Wonderful dream embarrassed…
31 December 1901
