Autumn and Honey fungus
The sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
Shorter became the day,
Forests mysterious shadow
Naked with a sad noise.
Fog went to the fields,
The geese of the screaming caravan
I went to the south: I was approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was November at the yard.
Writer : Alexander Pushkin
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Thank you! I love Alexander Pushkin. It is great writer.