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Tjutchev, I finally realized - that the general! Birches!

Seema, birches ...

Good morning!

 Yesenin SA

Slumbered star gold
Trembled mirror backwater,
Glimmering light on the Creek River
And pink mesh horizon.

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smiled sleepily birches,
Tattered silk braid.
Rustling green earrings
And burn the silver dew.

At the fence overgrown with nettles
Rite bright pearl
And, swaying, whispers playfully:
"Good morning!"

First Snow

 Brousov VY

Silver, lights and tinsel --
Whole world of silver!
In pearls burn birch trees
Black-and-naked yesterday.

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It - Region someone dreams,
This - the ghosts and dreams!
All items of old prose
The magic of the illuminated.

Crews, pedestrians,
At the azure white smoke.
People's lives and the life of nature
Are full of new and holy.

Embodiment of dreams
Life with the dream game
This world charm,
This world is made of silver!

Nabuh, thawed ice on the river ...

 Klyuev NA

Nabuh, thawed ice on the river,
Became pegim, rusty-gold,
In the bushes light a candle,
And zasinel incense smoke.

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Birches - pale belichki,
Looking down, lined up in a row.
I voice Plecoptera-birds
As mother's affection, rad.

Nature joyful communicant,
In the clouds I pray I
In my monastic robe
And monastic Skufia.

Vow strictly incorrect,
I left the field to willow
To see how the world Bezmer,
As a ray gliding on clouds,

Awoke river
Burlea to melt boulders,
And the invisible heat candles
In naked, smoldering bushes.