Autumn This is my translation from Russian. Please tell me if this completely awful or not. October has arrived - the groves are still releasing From their naked branches a few remaining leaves; Breathed autumn cold - the road is freezing, Yet murmurs brook beyond the mills, But pond has frozen hard; my neighbor is quickly leaving For horse and hound hunt in outlying fields, And suffer winter crops from trot of frenzied hooves, And wake up barking dogs just hibernated woods. It is my season now; I don't like early Spring; I am annoyed by thaw; slush, stench - I'm feeling ill; Brew body juices; senses, mind are strained by ennui. Much better I endure a nipping winter chill, I'm fond of winter snows; in moonlight company How sledge's weightless run with sweetheart's fast and free, When bundled, warm and fresh, in bulky sable furs, Ablaze, all over trembling, your hand she tightly holds! TBC