Someone used to call this time the golden autumn. Someone Indian summer. This year in central Russia, it is late. The weather pleased almost a week. It was warm and joyful. All recognized poets loved this time and love poets of the present. Indeed, these colors encourage writing poetry.
But today in Russia the first snow has already fallen. As usual, no one had time to change the car for winter tires. I hope this winter will be snowy and sunny.
