А. Пушкин Зимнее утро A. Pushkin Winter Morning

Frost and sun; a wonderful day went!
You are still dozing, my lovely friend, —
It's time, beauty, to wake up forth:
Open your eyes, with the blissful air,
To north Aurora, to meet Her glare,
Appear Yourself as Star of North.

The eve, recall, when storm was raging,
A skirring mist the sky was caging;
The moon, alike a pallid spot,
Was yellowing through the bleak clouds' clad,
And you were, my honey, sitting sad —
Now... in the window, you see what:

Under the blue-azure skies like these,
Under the splendid carpets and marquees,
In the sun sparkling, the snow lies;
Only the dark forest can be seen.
And through the white frost, the spruce turns green,
The river glistens under ice.

The whole room is by the amber specks
Irradiated. With the glad cracks
The heated hearth is burning bright.
It's nice to think just on the stove bed,
Whether to order into the sled
To harness the bay mare for ride?

Let us, sliding on the morning snow,
My dear friend, indulge in gallop go
Of our impatient steed to see
Those every empty field and bare wood,
That recently were as dense as could,
And that very shore, dear for me.

22 September, 2024

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Портрет: Александр Пушкин в 1810 г. Portrait: Alexander Pushkin in 1810.
Художник: С. Г. Чириков Artist: S. G. Chirikov -
Источник: Центральный музей А. С. Пушкина; Википедия
Source: The Central Museum of A. S. Pushkin; photo by George Shuklin; From Wikimedia Commons