An autumn
A grasses had time to dry up, 
A moss  yellow up, 
A  cold winds blows.
In the morning by a frost
To the sky a face on, the mountain whitens.
On a ducts  a birds flocks in a flocks, 
An animals dropped a fadable fur.
Soon the first snow fall to hear not 
On the transparent ice of a flanges.
Although a full seine of a lenok
And a happy faces of a fishermen
All is sad about a leaving summer
In a cold wind whistling.                
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