Afanasy Afanasyevich FET. (№ 406106)

How sad are the gloomy days
Silent autumn and cold!
What a joyless thing
They ask for our souls!
But there are days when there are blood.
Gold-leaved deeds
Burning autumn is looking for eyes
And the sultry whims of love.
Shameful sadness is silent,
Only the defiant is audible,
And, freezing so magnificently,
She doesn't feel sorry for anything.