Lev Alexandrovich Mey. (№ 268172)

October... Swirling clouds in the sky,
So the event was slightly cerebral
Faded leaves of birch and aspen,
And ocially brush pospelow Rowan
And dulled the needles of the pines...
Go to the pond: the water there is dead-sleepy,
There in a circle together under the dome of the column,
And sepecialize land erected a temple
Temple murderize - Ceres...
There
I often in the evening the evenings
Sitting alone on the stone steps
And in the heavens looked dark and was and
One star fell from heaven,
After another me right in the soul...