The autumn grey sky is over my head,
And naked forest is open to winds...
...The disturbed cold noise goes among tops of trees,
At the foot is quiet withering of yellow leaves...
I was free and lonely, and I was so glad
to spend all my youth in long wanderings......
(И.Бунин)
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