instant snow, when cobblestone beholding…

instant snow, when cobblestone beholding,
April snow, oploshlivy snow!
Frolicking and tie,- land like a donut in powdered,
And a swarm of lights – like gourmet burn.
Nesis from heaven, versicolor trees weight,
ruffling birch, mops rustling.
Smыslyat not appreciate our belymesa,
enemies leave, not taking us Shisha.
Every minute you can blurt out nonsense,
Then goodbye ohulka and praise!
And you, and you, immortal surprise,
Still waiting for a release?
After all that's in this wild summer snow
Again, the poet and become frightened –
And not just whether a longer this?
– who knows?

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