And scarlet-heart silhouettes
Fall down from maples.
What have you done to us, autumn?
Earth freezes in red gold.
The grievous flame whistles under feet...
Moving fallen leaves around.
Dad, it's for you.
Uncle Misha?
Tell him I'll call back.
It's some lady I don't know.
All right, let's find it out.
Please forgive me for my yesterday's language.
I got angry, and my behaviour was absolutely unforgivable.
It might be it wasn't you who brought those ill-fated flowers in.
Yes, it was me.
Last poppies wither.
Cranes fly away.
And the nature, painfully dark...
Is not itself.
Why do you go bareheaded along a bare and empty parkway
Full of fallen leaves
Having no pity for yourself
Life of plants went on hiding...
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