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 walk a few times A soft little animal snow begins. At the moment when the wind blows, you can hear the sound of silkworms eating leaves. It is like the first coughing sound of throat flapping . The snow on the lake began to fall slowly - a little dry, a little flickering
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