In a land where winter’s frost doth bite,
Under stars that shimmer in cold night,
There roams a soul, brave and free,
Lost in thought, as pure as the snow.
His heart, like ice, may seem unyielding,
Yet beneath, a fire, unfailing.
Through storms of life, his spirit soars high,
A beacon of resilience, in the Arctic sky.
His eyes, they gleam with Northern light,
Reflecting tales of the vast white.
In quiet moments, by the hearth’s glow,
He pent, a verse, for the ebb and flow.
Oh, Russia! Land of the Tsars’ great might,
Your chastushka, sung in winter’s night.
A testament to strength, love, and lore,
Echoing tales of yore.
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