Gently swayed by the ambling pace of his good little horse, and drinking in the warm smell with the freshness of snow and air in it, he rode through the forest over the crumbling sinking snow that melted at each footstep, and rejoiced at the sight of each one of his trees with its swelling buds and the moss reviving on its bark.
Dondolandosi alla cadenza dell’ambio del buon cavallino, aspirando l’odore tiepido e fresco dell’aria e della neve, attraversava il bosco sul nevischio rimasto qua e là, sulla neve sfaldata sulla quale le impronte si andavano sciogliendo. Godeva di ogni pianta rigonfia di gemme, avvivata dal musco sulla corteccia.