Snow is melting, brooks are running,
Through the window breaths the spring…
The forests soon their verdure donning,
And the nightingales shall sing!
My heart beats mightily in my breast,
As in trembling expectation,
Of some great impending happiness,
Gone, winter’s tribulations!
From the poem, “Sringtime”, by Alexei Pleshchev (1872) (Translation by OrthoChristian.com)