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In the emptiness of the lemon gardens,
The afternoon sunshine uncages a smile.
Not far behind,
There is snow and the Volga iced,
Every couple of meters you see fishing holes,
The wind brings tears to your eyes,
The eyelashes are glued together,
Fingers are purple, not able to button the coat,
The train is gliding over the white tablecloth,
The aroma of strong Ceylon,
The valse of glasses in silver holders,
The sun melts like sugar,
Thin lines of black and white birch forests –
A piano keyboard
In the emptiness of the frozen…