On the Feast! On the Feast!
By autumn affair cook stocks.
In white hallow fruit
To the winter knows no need.
Ripe apple in faith eat,
And certainly dozhdeshsya Wonderland!
Pie bake, friends regaled.
Summer autumn leaves met!
As with the dew of the morning,
Pluck the apple in the garden,
That feeling is
That as a child I lived again,
Mist, grass, fields, fences,
And endlessly torn away,
My Russian expanses,
Love of mother and sadness.
Grief over the summer that was extinguished,
Love the fact that so cute
Let saved that apple is called,
Come to us at the same time!
Ruddy apples were filled on a branch,
Sweet and spicy, red and white,
The day came when it's time to enjoy the juice,
In the morning with dew pluck from the tree is high,
Forbidden Fruit, sweet fruit - apples, Ranetki,
Fun, enjoy yourself people, apple and saved goes!
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