Fyodor Tyutchev
- An autumn has at its beginning..., by Vyacheslav Chistyakov
- Exists in the autumnal growing..., by Boris Leyvi
- In early autumn sweetly wistful..., by Anatoly Liberman
- There is a fleeting, wondrous moment..., by Frank Jude
«It is true, is it not, that our souls are not used yet to parting? / With a shimmer of glimmering wings they each other call! / Someone higher parted the arms, tenderly interwoven, / But forgot the remembering souls. Every evening, lit up by the will of a sorceress gentle. / Every evening, ...»
«Did not love, did not weep. Oh no, did not love, but regardless / I have showed in the shadows the beloved likeness to you. / In our sleep all things did not appear like love: / No cause, no clues. From the evening hall only to us nodded this image, / Only we — you and me — to it pitif...»
«Behind the walls once again / Bells' whining is heard. / Several streets between us, / And several words! / The city in darkness sleeps, / Silver sickle appears, / The falling snow scatters / Your collar with stars. / Do your wounds ail for a long time? / Do the calls wound of the...»
«The exhausted world sighs of confusion, / The pink even streams oblivion... / We were parted by shadows, not people, / Oh my dearest boy, heart of mine! === Walls are towering, in a fog dressing, / Spear was dropped without strength by the sun.. / In the evening world I'm cold. Where are...»