Autumn, falling down on our poor orchard,
The yellow leaves are flying in the wind.
(Aleksey Nikolayevich Tolstoy)
Autumn, falling down on our poor orchard,
The yellow leaves are flying in the wind.
(Aleksey Nikolayevich Tolstoy)
Autumn, falling down on our poor orchard,
The yellow leaves are flying in the wind.
(Aleksey Nikolayevich Tolstoy)