Борис Степанов - Осень
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The birch of white
... the leaves are yellowed
They beat the body in the body
... a mischievous snowstorm.
The wind with a splash laugh
... hut in the crown,
freezes echoing
... in the golden crown.

Thin branches
... sank to the Dol,
Like someone outlined
... ruffles in the hem
And weaves somersaults
... from past earrings,
Birch bark is pierced
... a black network of glasses.

Nearby is mighty maple,
... bright red red,
drives the clouds
... covering the redhead.
And the horde of honey mushrooms
... the stump attacked
Only backward
... The day will hardly go.

The clouds are thinning
... frost soon
Serve the idea
... Square a spore.
Like a carpet with a bugrian
... the whole earth is dressed:
Autumn term has struck,
... Summer flew away.