And the snow swirled. lay down on the hair
Clutched gently. Whispered something in my ear
And left stripes on clothes
And died under the feet tightly
And she understood, perhaps the main thing –
Happiness happens in a moment
And everything we do with it
vanity killing
And now you are alone with the snow.
At night
And in the hands of the keys to the door, behind which
the hands of the clock are tired of running
And look like a wolf
and fingers frozen just squeeze the keys
trying to crush them…
Do you hear how they moan?
They also want to live…
Wake up in the morning – the whole city will be white
Remember how glad you were to snow as a child, once
And smile, the heart is not hardened
Happiness – when it still matters to you
