Winter Night, Boris Pasternak 1946

Snowstorm was blowing through whole earth
With no a limit.
A candle burned on the table,
A candle burned.

Like summer time the swarm of bugs
To flame attracted,
Snowflakes flew out from the yard
To window glasses.

The blizzard sculptured on the glass
And circles, and narrows.
A candle burned on the table,
A candle burned.

[Boris Pasternak, 1946]


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