Frost's crackling →
02:01 14.07.2005
Frost's crackling →

Frost's crackling, too, but still she's cozy
Amidst the fields' light silv'ry dust...
(You'ra all supposing I'll write “rosy”,
As Pushkin did – and so I must!)
Slick as a dance parquet swept nicely
The brooklet glints and glistens icely.
A joyous band of skate-shod boys
Cuts graceful ruts to rowdy noise.
A clumsy goos, by contrast, wishing
To swim upon the glassy sheet.
Lands stumbling on its red webbed feet,
And slips and tumbles. Swirling, swishing,
Gay twinkling stars – the snow's first try -
Bedaub the creekside ere they die.

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	_b0c0u287_ 2005-07-15 09:33 pm UTC (link)
	popsnja (Reply to this)(Thread)

	kmartynov 2005-07-15 09:39 pm UTC (link)
	Пушкин? (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	_b0c0u287_ 2005-07-15 10:01 pm UTC (link)
	сушкин! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	gregean 2005-07-16 10:03 am UTC (link)
	Мне еще с детства вот этот перевод запомнился: http://univartists.com/russians/tales/dead_princess.htm (Reply to this)

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