Springtime Rus’

Snow is melting, brooks are running,
Through the window breaths the spring…
The forests soon their verdure donning,
And the nightingales shall sing!

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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)