🍁🍂Autumn sketches.

 I really love the city.  I love his rhythm, his speed and pulse.  When you give your whole being to his heartbeat ...

 Then you feel uplifting, inspiration, new ideas are born, life is seething and bubbling!

 But ... By the end of the week, you realize that the frantic city energy has exhausted you to the bottom ... And you shrink like an autumn leaf, your eyes go out, your hands drop, the city smog chokes you ...

 Then hurry to the village, to the dacha, run!  Back to the earth, to nature ... To your roots, to the beginning of beginnings.

 Where calmness and silence, where life is unhurried and harmonious, where the air is intoxicating and dizzy ...

 Put on a simple dress, sit quietly, sorting through the autumn flowers, lean against the golden straw, feel the warmth on her back that the sun and summer heat gave her ...

 My God, how good it is in the fall in the country!
 Especially in the fall!  Maybe because I'm autumn?  Born in September, at the time of Indian summer ...

 The gold of the foliage, the air filled with the scent of Antonov girls, the chirping of forty, the smoke from the fires where potato tops are burned ... And paints.  How many colors are around!

 But the great Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin said the best!

 It's a sad time!  Charm of the eyes!
 Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
 I love the lush wilting of nature,
 Crimson and gold-clad forests,
 There is noise and fresh breath in their canopy,
 And the heavens are covered with a wavy mist,
 And a rare sunbeam, and the first frosts,
 And distant gray winters are threats.

Sincerely, Lyubov Sultanova. Join the social network Markethive. Link:

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