In front of the gateThe river and streams are free of ice
Through the lovely, invigorating look of spring,
Happiness in the valley turns green;
The old winter, in its weakness,
Retired to rough mountains.
From there it only sends, fleeing
Passed out showers of granular ice
In stripes across the green corridor.
But the sun doesn't tolerate white,
Education and aspiration are stirring everywhere,
She wants to enliven everything with colors;
But flowers are lacking in the area,
It takes cleaned people for it.
Turn around from these heights
To see back after the city!
From the hollow dark gate
A colorful crowd emerges.
Everyone loves sunbathing today.
They celebrate the resurrection of the Lord
Because they have risen themselves:
Dull apartments from lower houses,
From craft and trade gangs,
From the pressure of gables and roofs,
Narrowness squeezing out of the streets,
From the churches of venerable night
Are they all brought to light.
Just see, see! how agile the crowd
Through the gardens and field
April 12, 2020