In Epiphany evening

A light in the hut window
and there is silence in the district.
On the baptism of the old woman
suddenly it was winter.

She made everything with a bed
in shares, yes in forests.
With a snow-white blizzard
met himself today.

Twisted, twisted,
suffered a snow whirlwind.
And in the evening I let go,
I gave a little rest.

But the frost hit
like a frantic blacksmith.
Forged, and corrected in a moment,
ice on the river, well done!