Outside the snowstorm spins, and hides
The world beneath a pall.
Snowed under are the paper-girl,
The papers and the stall.
Quite often our experience
Has led us to believe
That snow falls out of reticence,
In order to deceive.
Concealing unrepentantly
And trimming you in white,
How often he has brought you home
Into the town at night!
While snowflakes blind and blanket out
The distance more and more,
A tipsy shadow gropes his way
And staggers to the door.
And then he enters hastily…
Again, for all I know,
Someone has something sinful to
Conceal in all this snow!
Boris Pasternak
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