October on Basandike

The edges were shackled with ice, from the part,
the river is preparing for winter:
water does not move, there is no passion,
and it clearly shows, me.

Patterned snow-white carpet,
lies along the edge of still waters.
Asleep, as if the forest is coastal,
finished the leaves of the yellow gathering.

Frost is bound by the district!
October in Siberia is so harsh
that even people do not want
leave their shelter idle.

But I usually do not sit,
I go with a sketch, walk.
And, right, there is something to be surprised at,
and write, something, again.