Iosif Aleksandrovich Brodsky. (№ 151830)

Night. The rustling of the snow.
Quiet pavement scraping shovel.
In the window opposite the lamp is lit.
I'm stuck on a steel spring.
You see only the lamp. But the icon
I do not see. I went up to the balcony.
The snow on the roof puts the blanket
and houses stand as strangers.