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November in Tomsk.

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Just yesterday autumn was turning yellow,
without thinking about warmth.
With my hand, timidly, I touched the gray hair
on a bare head.

Today it was refreshed with snow -
the whole district. - It’s impossible to find out!..
Suddenly, something changed in me.
What do I regret!? - Not kidding -

the spark passed through a sluggish consciousness.
It seemed to me that I had arrived
you, in a white fluffy dress, with scarlet
blush, young lady Winter.