Came & nbsp; to us January and he in & nbsp; boots white,
Brought a coat to the frozen ground,
He waved his sleeves-snow and snow,
Hiding nature in an intricate haze.
In the chest gems dived for stones,
Shook his beard among the clouds,
Samuil the drifting snow was above the poplars
And from snowdrifts set up bridges.
Frost picked up his chain and shackles,
On the river throwing & nbsp; among the banks.
And the frost, glittering silver, like tears,
Weaves cobwebs on the Windows of houses.
And the month draws a landscape for a picture,
They are full of miracles with February.
In their & nbsp; paintings there are no emeralds, rubies,
Only on pearls, diamonds are generous.
January came...
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