April is a prankster and a swindler,
a Pure mounting of march, a pass to may,
puRple worlds' a merry organ-grinder, a
magIcian, a passionate scapegrace,
by a sLice of ice it's stuck to dawn,
but haS gone with a weird snowstorm.
(translated from russian)
http: //stihi.ru/2012/04/02/7402 russian original
by Alexander Savostyanov
April is a month of pleasure to Russians. But in India South, the hot Sun makes the people to sweat and fret. Your knowledge of Russian seems to be extraordinary.
cool style what's is it about exactly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
In India, generally spring ends during this month but resonance of spring vibrate in this month. over all it is a pleasant month. I like it. please read my poems and comment. regards.