The soldier will catch a snowflake in his palm...

The signs are forgotten, the weather is raging, Winter forgot to grab her outfit; And autumn has reigned for half a year now, The rains are tirelessly and long noisy. The New Year is walking around the planet in galoshes, A new day is spinning from a ray of sun; It applauds loudly in its hands, Having sent rainy adversities into the shade. But I want to see winter pictures, To slide down a high mountain on a sled, To catch miracle snowflakes with mittens In delight with this cheerful game. And somewhere, tired of shooting and hardships, A soldier will catch a snowflake in his palm; And in this short moment of happiness He will forget about the bitterness of terrible losses; He will forget that yesterday at dawn His friend died from excruciating wounds, Having melted in a moment just like this, Which, perhaps, was given for happiness.