For the sun is no return.
"Snow Maiden" Ostrovsky
dreams unaccountable, bright colors,
I do not regret the pale stars.
Look, as the sun caresses
The blue pamper rigorous cross.
So - this weasel near sunset
he has given, as we are,
Then, that the sun is no return
Of the impending darkness.
it will go, and, breathless,
we Utihnem, turns off the cross, –
Again ochnemsya, retreating
In the quiet cold, pale stars.
12 February 1902