Ivan Sergeyevich Shmelev. The Year Of The Lord (№ 449075)

You put on felt boots, a sheepskin coat made of sheep, a hat, a hood - the frost does not sting. You will leave - a melodious ringing. And the stars. If you touch the gate, it will crackle. Freezing! The snow is blue, strong, squeaks thinly, thinly. On the street - snowdrifts, mountains. There are pink lamp lights in the windows. And the air ... - blue, silvered with dust, smoky, starry.