In light of the sun and also very cold winter weather that prevailed for days here in Saxony-Anhalt, I had to Alexander Pushkin's poem think of the winter morning: "A beautiful day, thanks to frost and sunshine ..." The light from the sun is in the northern latitudes quite differently than we do. Currently lacking in this country but the snow. winter morning
A beautiful day, thanks to frost and sun!
yet you sleep, delicate delight -
Wake now, my sunshine:
Mach's closed eye on the happiness
The Aurora Nordic
thrusting appears to be a star of the north to me!
of the evening, the storm us angry, stormed
On cloudy gloomy sky, the moon
wie'n spot, pale and gezaust,
in gloomy clouds yellow shone
And you sat sad and behave -
But now ... just look out the window:
In the sky bright blue, beautiful carpet
Vien'na us delighting
If, strahlnd in the sun, the snow;
The Forest clearance - a dark giant, under the beautiful pines
The frost green,
shines the river under the ice.
The room is illuminated by amber glow's
. And with a glad Schellner
The mica-fueled stoves.
's nice to dream bedside
woolen But we do not, to put the cart before the horse
befehln to sleigh ride, now quickly?
Gliding through the morning snow
we want the wild horses run,
beloved, the snorts restless
To see the naked field we
the naked trees standing together,
And the shore, which I love and trust.
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