Opiat' osenniy blesk dennitsy Drozhit obmanchivym ogniom, I ugovor zavodiat ptitsy Umchat'sia staiey za teplom. I bol'yu sladostno-surovoy - Tak rado serdtse vnov' zanyt', I v notch krasneet list klenovyi, Chto, zhizn liubia, ne v silakh zhit'.
