October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking
The last leaves of the naked of its branches;
The autumn cold drank, the road freezes.
Zhurche still runs the stream through the mill
But the pond has already frozen; my neighbor is hurrying
In the departure of the field with his hunt,
And they are suffering from awesome wild fun,
And the dog barking asleep the oak wakes up.
October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking
The last leaves of the naked of its branches;
The autumn cold drank, the road freezes.
Zhurche still runs the stream through the mill
But the pond has already frozen; my neighbor is hurrying
In the departure of the field with his hunt,
And they are suffering from awesome wild fun,
And the dog barking asleep the oak wakes up.