My Virtual Reading Room

Originally posted by levkonoe at В.Воробьев. У леса на опушке жила Зима в избушке
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The title is from a song, this one, Edouard Khil performing, in 1971:

Lyrics:
In a clearing near the forest,
Winter lived in a hut.
She salted snowballs in a birch-wood barrel.
She spun wool into thread,
She wove cloth,
She made icy bridges over the rivers.

Refrain:
Ceiling made of ice,
Creaky door,
Prickly darkness
Outside of the rough walls,
There's hoarfrost everywhere as soon as one steps outside,
And there's blue, blue frost coming out the windows!
(repeat)

She went hunting,
Polished silver,
Put the thin crescent moon
Into a crystal bucket,
Sewed fur-coats for the trees,
Cleared the road for the sleigh,
And then hurried back to the forest,
So she could rest in her hut.

Refrain:
Ceiling made of ice, etc.