A golden grove has ceased
at last its chatter In a
merry accent of its
birches' tongue. Afar, a
flight of cranes, dejected,
flutter, No more lamenting
over anyone. Who to lament
for? Everyone's a stranger
- Goes by, comes in and
Small part of famous
Mikhail Romm film \"Lenin
in October\"(1937).
Vladimir Ilych is preparing
to go to bed and carefully
picking out books to put
under pillow))) \" - Let's
put books under head.. No,
put this one at feet! Such
nonsense shouldn't be under
head!\" Worker Vasily reads
a letter from his brother
living in village: \"- We
returned from war
Thank you Edgar, your help
is invaluable. Maple you my
barely, maple my benumbed,
Why are you standing,
stooping to the blizzard
whitely? Have you noticed