The time for luxurious flowers has passed
in fancy gardens, in shady parks.
And now the merchants on the mountain
bouquets of flowers are not bright at all.
You will be given for a small bribe an
armful of whole, seized twine,
fragrant, radiant Star,
it has long been so called with mockery.
You hold the constellation in your hands,
and it seems that the coolness is approaching... From
outside, from space, from afar,
our world separates from the warm weather.
And only confirms the correctness of
the rapid brevity of the Indian summer-
the good universe can not be unbearable, as
it warns us with a bouquet!
Baty Irina.
Location of the painting:
Moscow
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