Meeting
7.
Either the rain comes or snow,
Maybe, only tears have fallen?
The eyelashes of the rivers fly up, having shuddered,
A forest awakens, rustles and starts to fuss.
Ah, what mad show begins around!
The fir trees dance together with birches in one circle,
there is sob of the rivers, and there is laughing of the streamlets here.
No, it is not the rain and not the snow,
The person has come to the person,
under the gaze of all nature!
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