Viktor Kirillov, Well, after Dante, it's hard to come up with anything interesting to say... I've been wandering through this forest for a long time now...
Boris Gurevich, So suddenly?... and suddenly darkness?...)
A. Shs, I wasn't able to explain myself clearly to you – the twilight forest is wonderful, you're no longer distracted by butterflies or the chirping of migratory birds, you wander slowly, measuredly, there's time to reflect on the mundane and on plans for spring...
Maybe it's not all that bad? In Tarkovsky, with the same pessimistic beginning, encouraging prospects are glimmering.
https://www.culture.ru/poems/11061/v-poslednii-mesyac-oseni?ysclid=mi5tnxluog776568503