A ritual candle
has been slowly smoldering
barely warming up
the bride's chilled hand.
Pure, fluffy snow resembling fur
was freshly scented
with a sole chrysanthemum
on the side of a snowdrift,
betraying loveliness by a touch of fading;
The dismayed lass
looked whiter than her dress:
The golden serpent
curved against her finger
and stroked it vaguely,
clutching its stinging ends.
The scorching tears rolled across her face;
swiftly frosting,
they turned to pearls
while reaching glossy lace,
where other pearls
were neatly stitched,
Painting the bride's dress
deceitfully bright!

First written in Russian in November, 1985.
Translated into English in June 9, 1995.

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