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Genre: City landscape
Style: Impressionism
Publication date: 2023.11.03
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.
***
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.