Winter morning Зимнее утро А. С. Пушкин

Sun on the cold day - what a pleasure!
My dearest friend, you're still asleep,
My dear, it's time to wake from leisure:
Open your eyes which closed so deep.
Direct your look towards the dawn,
Become Polaris, bright as sun!

Last night, remember fierce blizzard,
The cloudy sky with misty veil,
The moon, which seemed to be made up by wizard,
Blind yellow spot on gloomy gale.
You were just mourning all day long.
But now... look through the window - there's nothing wrong.

The snow lies on the ground like carpet.
It shines like diamonds in the sun.
Above are pure-blue, endless skies.
Alone transparent woods stay blackened.
The fir's green looks from under frost.
The frozen river sparkles lustrous under ice.

The light, as golden as jewel amber,
Comes through the window to the chamber.
The loaded stove cracks in a happy sound.
It's nice to dive in thoughts on bed or couch.
But, do you know? Let's make a little round
In sleigh; then a brown horse needs to be hitched.

The sliding on the morning snow way,
Dear friend, will give us good repose;
The horse is also very calm today.
We'll see the fields without any crops,
The forests which no long are thick,
The river bank - for me the dearest thing.