Ricky the cat is out for a walk...The air is transparent. The day is a little bitter… A smile in a state of flight. And the world is clear… And you're open to him. And there is something divine ahead…

Bad weather, white snow is flying

, moths are falling from the sky,

It's like someone is tearing cotton wool,

filling the city, the river, the forest.

The wet snow melted in my palm,

He left his mark on the asphalt,

On the nose of my cat Ricky,

Silvered, lo and behold, it is no more.

December and nature are joking like that,

Sleet is like tears in winter,

Dancing snowflakes from the sky,

We can still observe today.

And snowflakes are flying, dying,

Without having time to please our eyes,

And December sighs so sadly,

covering us with sleet...

 

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