The naked truth trembled in the corner with a ragged dress, a dark face. Outside was an autumn wind, he covered the paths of autumn leaves. Clouds-smoke clouded the Sun, a cold autumn rain spat. Deserted streets, houses and yards, sleeping the flowers for the winter sleep. And my thoughts homeless have wandered, they stood slowly under each lantern. Then they wiped their old coat, and they were walking slowly in front of me. Then they saw the naked truth, lonely and timid in the evening twilight. With wet face, eyes puffy, he watched every passing passer. I looked at her timidly, hand, and gave it and we got two cold tonight. Before he went down, the Sun seemed to see, smile send and faith, because the truth must shine.
