Виктор Берковский - Осенины
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And when the bread was ripe
When the apple trees were born
We spent it
Everything that we met in April.
Where is the measure of winter and summer,
There are saddles
The colors splashed sincerely -
Autumn, autumn.
And the second autumn
Babim smiled in the summer,
The nose in the mirror buried
And the eyelashes were caught.
And, recollected, men
Warm women hugged,
They listened to their embarrassment -
Autumn, autumn.

And on third autumn
Thoughts dawned on the swarm:
We will not give love to offense
Under the snow, we will not inflate!
And on third autumn
The idea dawned on us -
A century to love and live back -
Young, youth!
And when he heard the scream of the owl
In dark more often, in the thick of
We will blow the fire more than ...
Autumn, autumn.