From the diary of yunnat
& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Like Christmas trees wrapped in snow,
Under the ice warm streams transparent,
Roofs like a hill of cottage cheese,
and above them the smoke is hot...
Yes,winter CHISTULYA of CHISTULYA,
All starches rural road,
at night minus, and by dinner zero -
Long children will be able to tumble!
I titmouse salsa tied -
so peck, fight, clueless!
Snowman broom keep tired,
his Nose is red from the carrot!
Yunnat* - (from Soviet life ) -
young naturalist.
06.12.13 G.
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