Winter Night

𝖳𝗁𝖾 π—Œπ—Žπ—‡ π—€π—ˆπ–Ύπ—Œ π–½π—ˆπ—π—‡,
𝖳𝗁𝖾 π—Œπ—π—‹π–Ύπ–Ύπ—π—Œ π—Œπ—π—‚π—‡π–Ύ 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π—π—ˆπ—π—‡. 
π–²π—‡π—ˆπ—π–Ώπ—…π–Ίπ—„π–Ύπ—Œ 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 π—ˆπ—‡ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π—€π—‹π—ˆπ—Žπ—‡π–½,
𝖒𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π–Όπ—ˆπ—†π—‰π—ˆπ—Žπ—‡π–½.
π–²π—ˆπ—ˆπ—‡ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π—Œπ—‡π—ˆπ— π–Όπ—ˆπ—π–Ύπ—‹π—Œ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π—π—‹π–Ύπ–Ύπ—Œ, 
π–²π—…π—ˆπ—π—…π—’ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π—π–Ύπ—†π—‰π–Ύπ—‹π–Ίπ—π—Žπ—‹π–Ύ π–Ώπ–Ίπ—…π—…π—Œ π—π—ˆ π—“π–Ύπ—‹π—ˆ π–½π–Ύπ—€π—‹π–Ύπ–Ύπ—Œ. 
π– π—Œ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π–Όπ—ˆπ—…π–½ 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 π–»π—…π—ˆπ—π—Œ, 
𝖳𝗁𝖾 π—Œπ—π—ˆπ—‰π—Œ π—Œπ—π–Ίπ—‹π— π—π—ˆ π–Όπ—…π—ˆπ—Œπ–Ύ. 
π– π—Œ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π—Œπ—‡π—ˆπ— π—Œπ—π–Ίπ—‹π—π—Œ π—π—ˆ 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅,
π–€π—π–Ύπ—‹π—’π—ˆπ—‡π–Ύ π—Œπ—‚π—π—Œ 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅. 
π–―π–Ύπ—ˆπ—‰π—…π–Ύ 𝖺𝗋𝖾 π—‡π—ˆ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 π—π—ˆ 𝖻𝖾 π—Œπ–Ύπ–Ύπ—‡ π—ˆπ—‡ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π—Œπ—π—‹π–Ύπ–Ύπ—π—Œ, 
𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 π—π—ˆπ—†π–Ύ 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 π—π—‹π–Ύπ–Ίπ—π—Œ, 
𝖲𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 π—ˆπ—‡ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 π–Όπ—ˆπ—†π–Ώπ—ˆπ—‹π—π–Ίπ–»π—…π–Ύ π—Œπ–Ύπ–Ίπ—π—Œ. 
𝖒𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 π–Ίπ–»π—ˆπ—Žπ— 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 π–Ίπ—…π—π—ˆπ—€π–Ύπ—π—π–Ύπ—‹, 
𝖳𝗁𝖾 π–Ώπ–Ίπ—†π—‚π—…π—‚π–Ύπ—Œ π–Ύπ—‡π—ƒπ—ˆπ—’ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 π—Œπ—‚π—π—π—‚π—‡π—€ π—π—ˆπ—€π–Ύπ—π—π–Ύπ—‹. 
𝖳𝗁𝖾 π—Œπ—„π—’ π—‚π—Œ 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π—€π—‹π—ˆπ—Žπ—‡π–½ π—‚π—Œ 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾, 
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 π—‚π—Œ π—‰π–Ύπ–Ίπ–Όπ–Ύπ–Ώπ—Žπ—… 𝗂𝗇 π—π—π—‚π—Œ 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 
𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 π–Ύπ—π–Ύπ—‹π—’π—ˆπ—‡π–Ύ π—‚π—Œ π—Œπ—…π–Ύπ–Ύπ—‰π—‚π—‡π—€ 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 π–Όπ—ˆπ—Œπ—’ π–»π–Ύπ–½π—Œ,
π–²π—‡π—ˆπ— π—„π–Ύπ–Ύπ—‰π—Œ 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 π—ˆπ—‡ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π—€π—‹π—ˆπ—Žπ—‡π–½ 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. 
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 π—Žπ—‰ π—‚π—‡π—π—ˆ 𝖺 π–₯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗒-𝗅𝖺𝗇d,
𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 π–Όπ—ˆπ–Ώπ–Ώπ–Ύπ–Ύ 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 π—€π—‹π–Ίπ—Œπ—Œ π—π—Žπ—‹π—‡π—Œ 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾,
π–²π—π—‚π—‡π–Ύπ—Œ 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 π—Œπ—Žπ—‡π—…π—‚π—€π—π—.

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