On the icy steps of snow clouds, the winter sorceress
In a dazzling white fur coat decorated with bright spangles
Descends unhurriedly from the Sublunary Palace,
Surrounded by a retinue of winds - her devoted vassals.
Under the magical ringing of her own crystal heels
A winter empties the gray clouds' precious bowls,
Overturning in a dance to ground and crowns of trees
The oceans of silver and the mountains of pearls.
A mission was given to her by Heavenly Office -
To free consciousness from the age-related shackles,
Measuring out to world lavishly the Arctic motifs,
So that everyone's life could be filled with good miracles...
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