07 dec.
„Iarna pe uliţă” de George Coşbuc
| A-nceput de ieri să cadă Câte-un fulg, acum a stat, Norii s-au mai răzbunat Spre apus, dar stau grămadă Peste sat. |
Straying flakes have dropped since last night Until now – and it‘s fine weather; Clouds, like bags of blue-black leather, Westwards burst, yet o‘er the village Hang together. |