“To love, all ages are submissive...”
A. S. Pushkin, “Eugene Onegin”
To spring, “all ages are submissive”
like after Pushkin “to the love”
with passion, warmth as mountains we sing.
No mental cold! We are above.
Be carnival of March, acquaintance!
But “all good things come to an end”.
The parting rain hopes meeting sentence
as innovation we invent.
O April, bring a lot of humor!
Our mood can grow with rainbow smile.
And for the Earth be, sky, true tuner!
O memory of snow, keep style!
“I love the storm in early May...”
For Tyutchev, Munich was the way.