Shocking news! They made me lost!
Now I see my winter dream was
Only naive snowy rot!
What would you think about such words?
So, '... winter's gone... Sincerely yours...'
Nothing unusual was in the verse
On that white sheet. But among the words,
Which were at the end, I saw 'Father Frost'!
Father Frost (or Grandad Frost) isn't your Santa Claus.
He's the monarch of our winter,
and he doesn't leave our country at all
even in other seasons, he lives in the city
of Veliky Ustyug to the north of Moscow
(not too far, of course if you live in Russia).
