Provincial anecdote
The autumn spline will sing to us,
And the birds will fly south,
Having closed the eternal circle of the year.
Winds of swirling mischief,
The last leaves will fly off,
Rains, fogs round dance,
And the first ice on the surface of the waters.
And the snow will cover all the tracks.
And all the worries, all the work
The native oven will incinerate,
But that's not what we're talking about now.
May God grant us peace and love,
After all, they are the main ones in life!
Provincial anecdote
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