Such a lovely autumn,
an autumn,
so splendid.
Autumn brings food to mommy:
borsht in a pot,
kasha in her hand,
a slice of bread in her blouse,
pears in her apron.
Such a lovely autumn,
an autumn,
so splendid.
She’ll come, set it down: “Mom, are you sleeping?”
Mother lifts herself up:
“Is it you, my daughter?”
“I took a stroll through the forest,
an oak tree tried to snatch my kerchief,
he wanted to catch up to me,
to take away the borsht!”
Such a lovely autumn,
an autumn,
so splendid.
“Mom, Mom, Mommy, why aren’t you eating?”
Momma’s eyes
glanced quickly,
her body slid to the ground,
her arm slung down...
Such a lovely autumn,
an autumn,
so splendid.
“Mom, Mom, Mommy, why aren’t you eating?”
1921