Всплески осени редкими листьями Золотым ворохом с веток...

Bursts of Autumn with Rare Leaves
Heaped with a golden heap of branches
In dead sneakers through and through wet
On the grass from the crumpled rain
Through the gloomy park
I go to the Neva in a shallow tread.
Clouds in the river in bold gleam
Across the bridge, steps into the noise of cars
Be good friends this fall
And in the kitchens to drive teas with songs.
Cigarette smoke creeps on the table
In the fall we have dark nights
Behind the creaky frame of the window is the sun
On the wall opposite, it’s scribbled.
Bursts of Autumn with Rare Leaves
Heaped with a golden heap of branches
Across the bridge in a coat through and through wet
Be friends with this fall.