Гремела, сверкала ночная гроза,
В осеннее время тепло принеся,
Напомнив о лете, таком дорогом,
На золото листьев пролившись дождём.
И утро сияло как в месяц июль.
Природа проснулась, улыбкой блеснув.
А днём снова дождь, неожиданно град.
И пасмурным стал небосвода фасад.
Поникли растения после дождя,
Роняют листву, без защиты грустя.
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Tonight it was loud, tonight was the storm,
In the autumn time she brought us the warm.
About the summer the storm was remind,
She spilled on the gold leaves – it was so fine!
And the morn was shining like the bright July,
The nature was wakened, gave us the joy smile.
But in the noon rain was begin again,
And hail was fall down like the large grains.
The plants after rain – they tired and sagged,
They drop their leaves, sans protection they sad.
Кирилл Ивницкий 19.09.2017