Here and summer days are decreasing.
Where are the summer rays of gold?
Only the gray eyebrows shift,
Only gray hair curls.
This morning, fate bitterly
Stunned, I sighed a little:
Early, early ruddy dawn
For a moment the window flashed.
But again this sky is rainy
Hopelessly hung over us,
"To know, again, my sun is red,
You poured out, getting up, with tears!
Writer : Afanasiy Fet
