And... Grandpa - What Is Being Played? ? ? Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

grandfather frost thought,
that he had done damage more,
than he wanted, and now, the severe winter

scientifically is watching him, and judging achievements of the

faked work.
a spring came and she, stopped,

in the threshold, and is laughing
of the grandfather. excellent player of cards,
he didn't work out what is being played.

and it is after all a winter when spring comes,
they played in of thousand, and exactly in two.
and in this way grandfather

he was altered... to the caretaker
tidying the melt up after the winter,
because he wasn't good even... as the prize.

soon, he will go, on his the 'field'
and won't have the chance to peep at the spring,
or her knees in the flowery dress.

for himself he will draw kisses...
somewhere on the pane.
and it serves him right,

it was necessary to think!