And now here the frost is already strong
And in the fields the rime gleams like silver.
Being more tidy than the fashionable parquet
The dressed in ice armor small river shines.
The cheerful folk of boys
With the skates are loudly cutting the ice;
On the red feet a fat goose
Having conceived to float on the bosom of water
Goes carefully onto the ice, slides and plops;
The spiraling down joyful first snow flashes past
Like the stars on the bank falling.

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