"September"

September is a freak and a master of survival.

Perhaps he will not miss us,

Until it's like this, it won't be like this

That we will leave it ourselves.

And he will become abandoned by you,

And autumn will reveal its holes,

And boys and girls crowd

They will appear to collect nuts.

Here they click and gut the bushes,

Burdocks are glued to the dress

And they say: - Why are you crying? —

What am I crying? What am I crying?

There will be such silence

As under water, as under sea water.

And you have to live. Life has one

A habit is to live, whatever happens to you.

Bella Akhmadulina, 1960