He tells himself the key of a crane... The only way to tell about the stubble is to cut the stubble. Chrysanthemums, Georgina and Chervona viburnum – We are given beauty on cold days. The sun-dipped fruits are filled with And, the winds of doves, make us happy. And in the gardens the leaves of the trees are already falling off - Autumn generously gives its time to everyone. In the dew of the fallow dew, in the misty fog, Look at the eyes of the crimson guys... I marvel at the gifts of skin given by God, And to renew the heart with the song of sweet words. So for all our fate we thank God, For all those who grew on the Ukrainian land, For lakes, rivers and one road, What will our people lead into Heaven?
