On the haystacks of the threshing floor The village is
blackened with freezing The village is embedded in the crevices of the stone The
peasants cover their roofs with stiff hides The
snow begins The forgotten little park in the city
under the lowering sky Occasionally walks through a few A soft little animal snow begins. When the wind blows, you can hear the sound of silkworms eating leaves. Like the first cough . Snow starts falling on the lake - a little dry, a little flickering
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