A red evening reflect the way
Bushes ryabin fog depth.
Cottage-old jaw threshold
Chews pahuchy crumb silence.
Autumn cold tenderly and gently
Kradetsya mgloy to oat court;
Through blue glass zheltovolosy lad
Luchit eyes to galochyu game.
Obnyav tube glows on poveti
Zola green rose furnace.
Who is not, and tonkoguby wind
Who is whispering, sginuvshem in the night.
Someone heels will not crumple under roscham
Scherbleny gold leaf and herbs.
Ponderous sigh, diving ring toschim,
Kisses beak nahohlennoy owls.
All thick hmar in stable peace and sandman,
The road white uzorit slippery ditch ...
And gently ohaet barley straw,
Svisaya with lips kivayuschih cows.