The sky is full of autumn breath The rays of sun are seldom seen. The shorter days, more bare forests. It is time. And November comes in. Hush! It’s standing at our door. It is heard In the cry of the geese to the south who fly. In the mist on the fields, in the wind in the trees The expected its coming’s occurred. @Alexandr Pushkin
USSR lens. Only color correction.
November
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November
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The sky is full of autumn breath The rays of sun are seldom seen. The shorter days, more bare forests. It is time. And November comes in. Hush! It’s standing at our door. It is heard In the cry of the geese to the south who fly. In the mist on the fields, in the wind in the trees The expected its coming’s occurred. @Alexandr Pushkin
USSR lens. Only color correction.