ON NEW YEAR′S NIGHT... (Free translation of the author Yosef
On New Year′s eve, adoring snowstorm, From childhood, at the ural′s frosts, in morn I, screwing up my eyes, rush against the wind in haze Behind the sledge runners, losing their ways.
Sled, I hear, they run and creak on the go harder. Snow crunches, and snowflakes swirl, chilling... As soon as I will slightly open my eyes: like in a magic garden, Having thrown off the leaves, the bushes become silver …
in the dance is crazy, laughing, blinding,
Do the breathing heavy by prickly snow in the shadow deep... Somewhere the light flicker ... The Old Year, it looks , does not sleep, Though tired ... - And the alarms did not silenting, l ike the pain of my soul...
On New Year′s night I love a blizzard snowy black. And So from childhood, at hard Ural′s frosts... Against time, is pity, I can′t go (in the past all is lost...), Though I can hear at times in my dreams the creaking of the runners - as a miracles fore-runner.