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14/07/2018

...WINTER EVENING....

Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flieDante Gabriel Rossetti painting Reproductions art

s even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

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...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




geniavegas


















































Quote of the message Ольга_Фадейкина

Read the fullV your quote or community!

...WINTER EVENING....





















































Lights everywhere, like holiday candles,
And slowly the white snow is spinning -
The messenger of the sky, an experienced scout,
Looks into human destinies,
Looking for a place to sleep.

The snow falls, clings to the roofs,
And the covers cover the niches,
And gets stuck in the head between the cracks.
A house is standing and the steam breathes into the sky,
Warming snow-white ice
Lighted beams of street lamps.

And the snow flies, looks into the glass -
On the twenty-first - a young man with binoculars
He tries to see the world closer,
And below the floor is a sparkling tree,
The old woman is stroking the redhead kitten,
Looking through the festive ether.

Snow for a moment freezes on the tenth,
Behind the curtain - the twins, and my mother is near
With love he looks at the asleep children.
Do not scare - for the snow it's holy,
And a snowy silver starfall
He decorates the windows of mothers.

And on the eighth there live two people,
He is disabled, his wife is a cripple,
Embracing, watching the snow.
They lived happily for half a century,
Here, respect, understanding, care,
"I'm glad you're around!", "And I'm happy!"

And the snow flies even more quietly, then more,
Here on the seventh in the window of the orchid,
What blossomed for the New Year.
There on the wall - military trophies:
Knives, daggers, sabers, swords -
The owner, apparently, is an ardent patriot ...

On the fifth there is a bright light, all the lamps are burning,
There goes Santa Claus with a smile of the pope,
And there is a merry children's laughter.
And on the fourth - cork volleys,
And on the table: olives, greens, crabs,
And toasts for health and success.

And the snow is flying lower, lower, lower,
And people are closer to him,
What is left in the snow is footprints,
That they love the house, each other and the kids,
Live, give birth to daughters and sons,
And they love the snow that God sends.

Marina Boykova




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