Winter Evening

The newly-fallen snow crunching under my feet, Frost – blush on the cheeks, And I run faster to my mother, To drink tea slowly. All around and everywhere, everything sparkles, Diamonds scattered in the snow, Sometimes my eyes are blinding And I admire it as I run. I'm going to visit my parents, Where the stove is hot, Where the tea is warm and there is a lot of joy, And every minute is precious. I read to my parents Doyle and Dumas ' favorite ones. I'll sit in a comfortable chair I'll open the book without making any noise. I'll sit with dad in our kitchen Slowly pour " Earl grey», And we will discuss our everyday life, About what life is sadder. I will give my mother a gentle, tight hug, I'm going to turn on the movie " Disco Dancer», And I'll get her a Cup of tea, It's not often we sit so close. Here is the best evening for winter: Warm, parents, cozy… I so want to forever were we! And that it was absolutely!