The blizzard whirled the world.
Again it snowed in crazy pellets.
Or in fuzzy flakes.
Fresh paths for light to reach the windows low.
More often wooden spades were forced to make.
It scarcely cleared
when well-cranes started creaking,
And there come fresh water with a pail.
Then from its tether broke the blizzard bleakly,
Again above the forest trees to wail.
One days like these all journeys we forget.
It's good to get together in one home
And smoke, and weave the artel fishing net,
And sing our songs - there's always time for some ! -
and joke and dream of halcyon days to come.
A pair of magic boots would do tonight,
a flying catpet and a lusty bay
No snow-blocked roads, no blizzards can dismay,
who, only tell him: run along ! -and right
To heaven he will take you -all the way
No cold, no jolts to blemish your delight.
Tell us a tale, good soul !
"Once upon a time..."
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