November quiet morning

November quiet morning,
in frost. All: silver!
There is no wind at all.
And white snow: full.

In Siberia, this is usually
winter came into rights,
but autumn is not a shame,
though fate is not right.

Fate is cruel
but in this harsh land,
complain violently there is no good,
you cant find the truth anywhere.

You just have to accept
with the climate of these places.
Or take, but leave,
so as not to carry this cross!?