Autumn, Autumn. Cold wind, cold rain, we deign to penetrating damp, longing for the warmth and scents of summer, even though right now the earth offers us what is lovingly nursed from spring and protected over the winter: golden pear, apple color, sweet plum. Caresses chestnut brown velvet eyes, passed by the colorful leaves an amber light of the sun. Raczcie to raczcie - seems to say, take asters, faithfully, for you will become, get dog tags, you let the winter will be mild ...
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