There are white churches and ringing, glowing ice.
There's a cute son blossom cornflower eyes.
Above the town is the ancient Russian Diamond Nights
And sickle Podnebesny yellower, than white honey.
There's a strict memory, such buying is now,
I opened their towers with a deep bow;
But I was not included, I slammed the door terrible…
And the city was full of cheerful Christmas bells.
26 December 1921