*** The autumn wind is hard and arrogant,
Throws awnings,.
proud of the storm,.
He is here from morning - with you - until night.
As if he didn't win back his,.
He did not knock the ground under his unsteady feet.
I didn't break the windows.
We will not be uprooted.
trees.
And today's mail.
Not scattered, notices except -.
Dry leaves.
Barcodes and stamps.
No weight is given to them.
The autumn wind is the supplier of sadness.
Masdrioshino to Konkobo,.
From Staroslia to Troitsk and Kaputnia.
The message was carried by the wind with the postman.
So that one day you will pick up by mistake.
A letter from a relative.
The most loyal Dinara Karimova.