Recall last night, the snow was whirling, Across the sky, the haze was twirling, The moon, as though a pale dye, Emerged with yellow through faint clouds. And there you sat, immersed in doubts, And now, - just take a look outside: The snow below the bluish skies, Like a majestic carpet lies,
And in the light of day it shimmers. The woods are dusky. Through the frost The greenish fir-trees are exposed; And under ice, a river glitters."
Alexandr Pushkin Winter morning..
