A. S. Pushkin

A. S. Pushkin And we are glad mischief mother winter.



Pushkin WINTER Under the blue skies Magnificent carpets Shining in the sun, the snow, Transparent forest one is black, And spruce through the frost is so green, And a river beneath the ice sparkles.

, Gusev SNOWFALL Little Christmas tree And large spruce Something went silent, What he lay still.

Snow from morning to night, Everyone wants to fall asleep And in the forest are quieter And the snow all the above.

Christmas trees girlfriend They say to each other Too much snow Hard top.


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