Happy New Year!

The New Year... What it means in the sound of ages?
What will it give to us as to learn in the real?
Someone ponders amid in the zest of the adverse,
On the so piercing days on the steep grassy hill…

We continue to strive and aspire for perfection,
Not to lose our minds in the mirror of days,
To see bliss to enchant the utmost resurrection
Where the Fire-Mane Horse dispels foggy old fame….

Well, to put it more simply, believe I now truly,
That a holey long sock could us promise all grace*,
That a child will find wonders while trying to put on,
And we’ll say farewell to all gloomy past days,

As accustomed, I wish all the best to you now,
Having guessed the so-cherished and randomly thought
All the greetings convey in December frost bound,
If they were the most true and essential plot…