What more could the soul desire?
On the day of the second of January.
Know, we drove not in vain
Near the Christmas tree dance.
Called: - Grandfather Frost!
Well, come to us, at last!
Children's, adult cry of hearts
Touched the old man to tears.
And now we are satisfied:
The snow creaks under my boot,
Joy enters into every home.
Everyone had been waiting for winter for a long time.
Laughter, fun-beauty!
What more could the soul desire?
As if the WORLD had already come -
Snow, with a clean slate.
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