V poredevshey mgle sadov
Stelet ognennaya osen'
Perlamutrovuyu prosin'
Mezhdu bronzovykh listov.
Vecher... Tuchi... Alyi svet
Razlilsia v lilovoy dali:
Krasnyi v serom - eto tsvet
Nadryvayushchey pechali.
Noch'yu grustno. Ot ogney
Igly tianutsia luchami.
Ot sadov i ot alley
Pakhnet mokrymi listami.
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