boris pasternak.

february.
get ink, shed tears.
write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
while torrential slush that roars
burns in the blackness of the spring.


февраль достать чернил и плакать
писать о феврале навзрыд
пока грохочущая слякоть
весною чёрною горит

"valentine's day is a day invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap."