Path in darkness

Bad weather broke out.
Day of the day: sweeps, sweeps.
Almost covered the road
which leads to the monastery.

No fire, no faithful signs,
not a village, in the distance,
everything drowned in darkness,
the forest melted in a shroud.

Making your way to the touch
step by step, at random.
Pray to the Lord for a miracle,
find a way, no rewards.

And the blizzard does not let go,
clearly wants to ruin.
As if a demon controlling her,
decided to commit nasty things.

I remembered the Pushkin story,
about a blizzard, and about fate,
about a lost conscience.
And he believed that I would reach!..