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With the bright holiday of Christmas, the Orthodox !!!

It was winter.
The wind blew from the steppe.
And it was cold Baby in the den
On the hillside.
He was warmed by the ox's breath.
Domestic animals
Stood in a cave
A warm haze floated above the manger.
Doha shaking off the bed dust
And millet kernels,
Watched from the cliff
Asleep in the midnight distance shepherds.
In the distance there was a field in the snow and a graveyard,
Fences, gravestones,
Shafts in a snowdrift,
And the sky above the cemetery, full of stars.
And next, unknown before
Shy cups
At the gatehouse window
A star twinkled on its way to Bethlehem.
She flamed like a stack, to the side
From heaven and god
Like the glow of arson,
Like a farm in the fire and fire on the threshing floor.
She towered a burning skirda
Straw and hay
Among the whole universe
Alarmed by this new star.
Growing glow over her
And it meant something
And three astrologers
Hurried to the call of unprecedented lights.
Camels were carrying gifts from them.
And the donkeys in the harness, one kororolosley
Another, in short steps down the mountain.
And a strange vision of the coming time
All that came after got away.
All thoughts of centuries, all dreams, all worlds,
All the future of galleries and museums,
All the fairies of the fairies, all the wizards,
All the trees in the world, all the dreams of children.
All the thrill of warm candles, all the chains,
All the splendor of colored tinsel ...
... All the meaner and fiercer wind blew out of the steppe ...
... All the apples, all the golden balls.
Part of the pond hid the tops of alder,
But the part could be seen perfectly from here.
Through the nests of rooks and trees tops.
As donkeys and camels walked along the dam,
Could see the shepherds well.
- Come with everyone, we will worship the miracle, -
They said, zapuvat covers.
Shuffling through the snow made it hot.
In a bright glade sheets of mica
Lead for the hut bare footprints.
On these traces, as on the flame of the candle,
Shepherd dogs grumbled in starlight.
The frosty night was like a fairytale
And someone with a snowy ridge
All the time invisibly entered their ranks.
The dogs wandered, looking around cautiously,
And pressed to the reserve, and waited for trouble.
On the same road through the same terrain
There were several angels in the thick of the crowd.
Invisible did their bodylessness,
But the step left a foot print.
A crowd crowded the stone.
It is light. There were cedar trunks.
- And who are you? - asked Maria.
- We are a shepherd's tribe and heaven ambassadors,
They came to praise you both.
- All together can not. Wait at the entrance.
Am gray as ash predawn mist
Drovers drove and sheepmen,
Pedestrians were fighting with riders,
At the hollowed out watering deck
The camels roared, donkeys kicked.
It is light. Dawn, like specks of dust,
Last stars swept from the sky.
And only the Magi from the innumerable rabble
Maria let in a rock hole.
He slept, all shining, in a manger of oak,
Like a month, the ray is in the hollow of a hollow.
He was replaced by a sheepskin coat
Donkey lips and ox nostrils.
Stood in the shadows, as if in the twilight of a crib,
Whispered, barely picking words.
Suddenly someone in the dark, a little to the left
From the manger hand moved the sorcerer,
And he looked back: from the threshold of the Virgin,
As a guest, watched the star of Christmas.
 
B. Pasternak, 1947.