Here you will find thePoemA Winter Eveningof poet Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
Sable clouds by tempest driven, Snowflakes whirling in the gales, Hark--it sounds like grim wolves howling, Hark--now like a child it wails! Creeping through the rustling straw thatch, Rattling on the mortared walls, Like some weary wanderer knocking-- On the lowly pane it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen, Drear and lonely our retreat, Speak a word and break the silence, Dearest little Mother, sweet! Has the moaning of the tempest Closed thine eyelids wearily? Has the spinning wheel's soft whirring Hummed a cradle song to thee? Sweetheart of my youthful Springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear-- Let us drink! Away with sadness! Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song how free and careless Birds live in a distant land-- Sing the song of maids at morning Meeting by the brook's clear strand! Sable clouds by tempest driven, Snowflakes whirling in the gales, Hark--it sounds like grim wolves howling, Hark--now like a child it wails! Sweetheart of my youthful Springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink! Away with sadness! Wine will fill our hearts with cheer!
