The Winter Evening

       Pretty blanket is meaning
       For the cold firce winds.
       There is nice winter evening
       For incredible dreams.

       I can look through the padlock
       At the books on my shelves
       And I watch from the pages
       Maupassant's smiling waves.

       My night-light is a walrus,
       He just itches moustache.
       It would terrible foolness
       Go outside to the crush.

       But you opened the window
       Just on tiptoe at best,
       And the warm summer meadow
       Came to my sleepy nest.

       Then I heard rhythm of dances,
       Click of heels in a trice.
       But without the glasses
       I could not open eyes.

       May be I have improved it
       Everything in my dreams.
       Unreality's crooked
       In developing films.

       When you touched to my fingers,
       Kept them warm by your kiss,
       I believed to my dreams that
       You have come, my sweet Miss...