2 Answers

  1. “You throw your head back because you're a proud liar. What a fun companion brought me this February “MARINA TSVETAEVA” YOU THROW YOUR HEAD BACK…”

  2. I associate February with Alexander Pushkin's poem “Winter Evening”.

    The storm covers the sky with mist,

    Snow whirling vortices;

    Then, like a beast, it will howl,

    Then she'll cry like a baby,

    Then on the roof dilapidated

    Suddenly the straw will rustle,

    The belated wayfarer,

    There will be a knock on our window.

    Our ramshackle shack

    Both sad and dark.

    What about you, my old lady,

    Paused by the window?

    Or storms howling

    You, my friend, are tired,

    Or do you take a nap under the buzz

    Your spindle?

    Let's have a drink, my good friend

    My poor youth,

    Let's drink from grief; where's the mug?

    Your heart will be happier.

    Sing me a song like a chickadee

    I lived quietly across the sea;

    Sing me a song like a damsel

    I went to get water in the morning.

    The storm covers the sky with mist,

    Snow whirling vortices;

    Then, like a beast, it will howl,

    Then she'll cry like a baby.

    Let's have a drink, my good friend

    My poor youth,

    Let's drink with grief: where is the mug?

    Your heart will be happier.

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