Autumn is a sad time, — Pushkin used to say.

But I sing and dance catching the autumn ray.

I dance near the fire and burn all my sorrow,

Happiness, peace, and calmness I’ll borrow.

You know that every fallen leaf

Brings a little bit of grief.

But it frees the place in your heart

For happiness, beauty, and fine art.

When I carry the fog in my careful pa...

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