Listen to the English version of Alexander Pushkins poem.
Winter

Listen to the English version of Alexander Pushkins poem.
Winter Morning
Snow, frost and sunshine... Lovely morning!
Yet you, dear love, its magic scorning,
Are still in bed... Awake, my sweet!..
Cast sleep away, I beg, and, rising,
Yourself а northern star, the blazing
Aurora, northern beauty, meet.
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A mellow glow like that of amber
Illumes the room... tis good to linger
Beside the gaily crackling stove,
And think and dream... But let our honest
Brown mare without delay be harnessed
That we may take a sledge ride, love.

Well give three reins to her, and lightly,
The snow of morning gleaming brightly,
Skim over it, and full of glee,
Cross empty fields and empty meadows,
A once green wood with trees like shadows,
A stream and bank long dear to me.