And you?

And you?
Sergey Fyodorovich Fyodorov

Red autumn.
And you?
Are you red... at least on the inside?
White...
White always comes later.
It destroys beauty.
How mean!
It buries it
In frosts,
Suffocating the soul...
Red beauty — autumn.
And YOU?
Are you red... at least on the inside?


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