Still blowing cold winds
And the morning frosts are applied,
Just on the thawed patches of spring
There were early flowers,
As from the wondrous kingdom of wax,
From the fragrant cell of honey
The first bee flew out,
I flew on early flowers
On the red spring,
Soon there will be a dear guest,
Soon the meadows will turn green,
Soon, at the curly birch
Sticky leaves will unfold,
Blossom cherry blossoms.
1828
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I just them and decided to share them with you.
