Читать книгу Star Wanderer writes. A soft whisper on the lips. Contemporary Prose - - Страница 8

A snowstorm covers the houses, the trees sing their sparse song again. It’s uncomfortable, not a soul around. A cold blizzard runs through the forest! My winter friend rules her ball. With a whistle she winds and sings her melody. She dances by your side. And when she’s angry with you, she throws snow! Winter has released her spirit. She saddles strong, snowy horses into the sleigh. She rides on the ground, rushing around alone and wild! And today. I saw you, in a fur coat, with a sack over your shoulder. My long-awaited guest, smiling at me. So free and easy. In big felt boots, constantly shoveling snow drifts across the streets. You carried the New Year’s greetings with you, my beloved! I look out of the window in my pajamas. I wipe the glass with my hand. I mumbled, not understanding, – “In the midst of the winter whirlwind, have you found me?” As if I didn’t believe in fairy tales. I wake up and wipe my wet eyes. And the birds have sung in the midst of winter, announcing joy and dreams. I forget the doors. I almost jumped out of the window. To meet, my dear man! I love my stray friend. For happiness as a gift. I love her winter snowdrifts full of peaks. I love and long songs – blizzards of snow from her. For this morning I’m turning into your lover. A snowstorm covers…