The storm haze shrouds the sky Spinning snowy whirlwinds Now it howls like a beast Now cries like a child Suddenly rustles the rotten thatch On our run-down roof Now like a late traveler It knocks at our window. - A.S. Pushkin
To Dad and Beth with love and gratitude
A girl rode a bay horse through a forest late at night.
Information from the Dutch Common Knowledge. Edit to localize it to your language.
Lucht, gevuld in nevelvlagen, Sneeuw die opstuift, wervelwind; Hoor hem als een roofdier klagen, Dan weer huilen als een kind Hoor hem ritselen daar buiten Op het strodak van ons huis Dan weer tikt hij op de ruiten. Als een zwerver, eindelijk thuis.
Olga put out her hands; the other two took them, and they sat a moment silent, while the morning sun strengthened outside, chasing winter away.
The magical adventure begun in The Bear and the Nightingale continues as brave Vasya, now a young woman, is forced to choose between marriage or life in a convent and instead flees her home—but soon finds herself called upon to help defend the city of Moscow when it comes under siege.
Vasilisa, with the winter wind in her hair, travels to Moscow. (passion4reading)
"The magical adventure begun in The Bear and the Nightingale continues as brave Vasya, now a young woman, is forced to choose between marriage or life in a convent and instead flees her home--but soon finds herself called upon to help defend the city of Moscow when it comes under siege"--… (more)