Some 30 years ago, in spring, I went to the 3-rd grade of a primary school. During our reading lessons we were reading a poem about spring. It was by a Russian classic – Alexey Pleshcheev. Lots of his poems are learnt at school. Indeed, in Russian schools his poems appear since 19-th century, when he was yet alive. Well, Pleshcheev deserves it, he does.
Then, in the 3-rd grade, we were given homework – learn a part of this poem by heart. I remember it till today.
Уж тает снег, бегут ручьи, (Snow is already melting, streams are running)