The skies were colder and the leaves
Were falling sadly off the trees.
The days were shorter and the mist
Lay thick and white. The noisy geese
Were flying south. November came.
It was as usual dull and gray.
(translated from "Eugene Onegin" by A.S.Pushkin)
(2003)
Autumn
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