Winter Steppe

It is not true that the steppe is mute,
That it's dreary in winter from the snows.
It's solemn, from edge to edge.
That snow cover is like a veil to her.
And on a winter night you find yourself in a fairy tale.,
The stars are just a stone's throw away in the frosty air.
And the hare changed its color,
He looks down from the hill like a sentry.
The moon will rise, the edge of the loaf
Painting the steppe with magical whiteness.
The snow sparkles in the rays of the moon playing,
Beckoning with its sinless purity.
And it's kind of night. As if it were a foggy day
, it was white and clear, and my soul was light.
The ground is covered with snow like manna,
So that the seed will germinate in it in the spring.
Steam from the horses, the creak of ice under the sleigh,
Yes, the smell of hay is juicy and intoxicating.
And you are alone in this boundless distance,
What is called a virgin snow.

 Illustration: https://m.vkvideo.ru/video101016238_456247757?from=search