After the blizzard

After the blizzard

…The north heaps up the lofty clouds,
It blows, it howls ― then in a trice
Enchantress winter brings snow and ice.
Winter: it spreads, and snowy scarves
It hangs on the branches of the oaks;
It lies like carpets in smooth waves
Amidst the fields, on the hills’ slopes.
Of the motionless still stream the banks
Are levelled and covered with fluffy down;
The frost twinkles, and we all give thanks,
And welcome mother winter’s pranks.

Alexandr Pushkin

  • After the blizzard
  • After the blizzard
  • After the blizzard
  • After the blizzard