The forest is like a painted tower, Lilac, gold, crimson, A cheerful, motley wall Standing above a bright clearing. Birch trees with yellow carving Glisten in the blue azure, Like towers, the fir trees are darkening, And between the maples they turn blue Here and there through the foliage Clearances in the sky, like a window. The forest smells of oak and pine, Over the summer it dried out from the sun, And Autumn is a quiet widow Enters his colorful mansion...