The silence of the Siberian snows

In silence, evening comes
to the sleepy world of the gray taiga.
The crescent moon is hidden by clouds,
as if its not worth it, dont look.

But of course you have to look,
at the snowy expanse.
In the soul: only joy!
Unconditional conversation,

that this beauty is severe:
cold, gloom and peace.
There is no other word:
enchanted by beauty!

Someone will say: what kind of joy is it,
to watch the light go out?
Immeasurable fatigue:
to live in Siberia for many years.