I've just realized that the autumn has come to Moscow. The air is fresh and already cold. The birds are singing their last songs before their long journey to warmer countries. The trees are half green - half yellow, orange, red and brown. The girls have changed their bright colorful summer clothes for gray, dark brown and black coats and trenches. They are not smiling to everyone anymore, but hurrying up for their own needs, warming themselves with cache-mere scarfs and staring at the ground. The asphalt under their feet is dark and wet after the rain. The small pocket-dogs, as they used to be named, are wearing their warm clothes for outside walks. It is the beginning of autumn...
And as for me... Nothing have changed... I'm still standing in front of my window with a cup of tea and a cigarette, dip in my own thoughts and all alone...
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Я только что по-настояще
А я... У меня ничего не меняется... Я все еще стою у открытого окна с сигаретой и чашкой теплого чая, глубоко погруженная в свои мысли... и в абсолютном одиночестве...
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