Song of Galina Homchik - Winter evening. When winter night sleeps quiet sleep, Icicles ringing the wind outside the window. The moon slowly rises Out of the snow And the yellow chicken In the sky. And in the window shines Purple light. On the needles to go Silver snow. And like snowflakes In the still of the night Good dreams Fly to me. What do you want, Good dreams? You tell me About the trails of the forest. Where everything is like in a fairy tale, Where the tale itself. The Haunting beauty of the Russian winter. But what is that, a cold, fell To the ground? And the sky faded like the blue crystal. The yellow chicken That the sky walking All the white stars As grains ate. The yellow chicken All white stars As grains ate. Continue - the yellow chicken that the sky was walking, I stepped to our table, marinated became. In the New Year is not going to happen.... I recommend this dish! The taste of Turkey is amazing, no one can remain indifferent. Watched all recipes turkeys, this is not because come and get it!