Sergey Alexandrovich Yesenin. (№ 248372)

Through the snow she ran,
To keep up with him to run...
And so a long, long time shaking
Water unfrozen surface.
And when I trudged back
Licking the sweat from the sides,
He showed her a month over the hut
One of her puppies.
In the blue heights loudly
She looked, whining,
A month slipped a thin
And disappeared behind the hill in the fields.
Or deaf, as from handouts,
When you throw a stone at her laughter,
Pitch eye dog
Golden stars in the snow.