Роберт Рождественский - Та зима была
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That winter was
Like war -
fierce.
Drilled
Proclain by the wind.
The snow lay
Pouring in January
pile.
And the grunts of the house
under his weight.
On the Shcherbata Paul
The frost sneaked.
A new teacher coughs
Sergey Sanych.
The ink froze
In our class,
and control dictation
He canceled the head teacher.
I thought
That is not in vain
The wind is voting
not by chance
It hurts in the morning
throat,
Because they stayed
In the whole world
Only winter and war -
From the seasons ...
And the blizzard whipped
large on the ground
And the river trembled
In the icy hum.
And rifles in the windows
They bloomed round
Like every one
Someone planted
Bullet!
And the neighbor put on
Blot scarf.
And she moaned late, late ...

That winter was
Like war -
Long.
I remember -
And even now
Hard.