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See how today gay people,
Winter escorted on a long journey,
Know snowstorms, cold weather will not be,
Calm down time for them to rest.
Zimushka pack off the road,
With her with boredom and sadness,
They collected all her little,
In the bag with which they were not sorry to leave.
Long pleased zimushka snow,
Long blizzard howled day after day,
Stoves amused warmth and pies,
Smoke billowed into the sky column.
All! Long time sat in the huts,
Wait field, oak groves and forests,
The gentle hills dressed greens,
Soul pleases their fresh beauty.
So let's congratulate all friends,
All passers-by on the holiday of spring,
Let it go from house to house,
The sun let it shine with the height.
With it let all the happiness of the people shines
And let the good fortune to defeat them is,
Let love blossom gardens,
Grace let the souls of their lives.
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It's time to say goodbye to winter,
Spring stepped to the threshold,
The snow began to turn into streams,
The ice on the creek as he could,
I keep in check its fun,
Pop, creaked and suddenly swam,
A rook said new home,
The nest on a branch colonized.
Around all changed now,
Where was the snow, the grass grows,
Where the storm under the feet of the stele,
Glade bluebell flowers.
And people enjoyed the sun,
Warm, drops, clear days,
All better now possible,
Most strangers and relatives
Today, rejuvenated,
Once again, the dream calls to flight
Goodbye winter! Barely waited,
Let again in the heart of the spring sings,
Let all of us will give strength and
To achieve the desired vertices
Let a lot of gentle and beautiful
It will present the songs for the soul.
***
From under the snow looked snowdrop -
The first young primroses.
The wind blew very gently,
Speaking of winter, simply: "No! "
So let the golden sun
Warms all around the spring,
Feeling gives a strong, large -
So love goes into every home!
***
Spring is knocking at the windows and doors;
Calls on the street soon.
And it makes a miracle to believe
And become at least a little good.
Towards the first bird flocks
Strive rather let the soul;
Eyes shining, heart melts,
The world comes to life slowly!
Cupid lets his arrows,
Spring scent invigorates the spirit,
And every gesture, albeit timid,
Without a word he said about the main thing.
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