Winter Evening

Alexander Pushkin

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Storm has set the heavens scowling,

Whirling gusty blizzards wild,

Now they are like beasts a-growling,

Now a-wailing like a child;

Now along the brittle thatches,

They will scud with rustling sound;

Now against the window latches

Like belated wanderers pound.

Our frail hut is glum and sullen,

Dim with twilight and with care.

Why, dear granny, have you fallen

Silent by the window there?

Has the gale's insistent prodding

Made your drowsy head decline?

Or the wheel's monotonous plodding

Lulled you with its humming whine?

Let us drink for grief, let's drown it,

Comrade of my wretched youth;

Where's the wine-cup? We will crown it!

Wine will make us less uncouth.

Sing me of the tomtit hatching

Safe beyond the ocean foam,

Sing about the maiden fetching

Water at the morning's gloam.

Tell me tales of distant summers,

When the fields were green and bright,

When the village bells were humming

Songs of joy from morn till night.

Speak of lovers in the meadow,

Dancing underneath the stars,

Far from winter's icy shadow,

Free from sorrow's bitter scars.

For the storm outside grows stronger,

And the night grows dark and deep,

But with stories we'll grow longer

In our hearts the warmth we'll keep.

Though the wind may howl and bluster,

Though the snow may block our door,

In our souls we'll always muster

Light to last forevermore.

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Alexander Pushkin

1799 - 1837, Moscow, Russian Empire

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin was a Russian poet, playwright, and novelist of the Romantic era. He is considered by many to be the greatest Russian poet and the founder of modern Russian literature. Pushkin was born into Russian nobility in Moscow. His father, Sergey Lvovich Pushkin, was descended from a distinguished family of the Russian nobility. Pushkin published his first poem at the age of 15, and was widely recognized by the literary establishment by the time of his graduation from the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum. Pushkin's work is characterized by its exceptional beauty of language and its acceptance of aristocratic values. His writings, which draw heavily on his own experiences and the drama of his short and tragic life, encompass a wide range of political, historical, and amorous themes. He died in a duel defending his wife's honor at the age of 37.

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I heard a Fly buzz - when I died