Began in the fall leaves... the Leaves fell on the flight days. They, askew was flying in the wind, the sheer lay on the wet grass. I'm looking at the maple saw carefully separated from the branches red leaf, and he began slanting to fall to my feet.Each plate was beautiful, a thin bar of gold. Autumn - a great time... Bogryan of the forest are all like gold. Can be a long time to admire this beauty...
