An Autumn By Vasily Bargachan Poem by Yuri Starostin

An autumn
A grasses had time to dry up,
A moss yellow up,
A cold winds blows.
In the morning by a frost
To the sky a face on, the mountain whitens.
On a ducts a birds flocks in a flocks,
An animals dropped a fadable fur.
Soon the first snow fall to hear not
On the transparent ice of a flanges.
Although a full seine of a lenok
And a happy faces of a fishermen
All is sad about a leaving summer
In a cold wind whistling.