Sorceress-winter - Pushkin

Is a sorceress-winter,
came, crumbled; tufts
Hung on sukah Dubov,
Lay undulating carpets
Among the fields around the hills.
Coast with nedvizhnoyu rekoyu
Leveled plump shroud;
flashed frost, and we are pleased to
Leprosy Mother winter.

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Mikhail Lermontov
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