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Weekend fisherman –
near the fish market, blase, the albatrosses * The pedigree dog is looking for his master – season closure * After holidays, he discovers in the mailbox a nest of sparrows * Late autumn evening – in the nest on the hay-barn not a single crane * Benumbed by coldness in the empty swallow’s nest the last butterfly * On the old jacket glisten some brand new buttons – tiny clothes moths * Crossing the border between autumn asnd winter birds without a nest * Derelicted nest... What will the storks imagine when coming next spring? * The cranes in the night... the fluttering of the wings dieing out slowly * The Northem Wind – the cranes carrying on their wings the autunmnal Moon * - Heigh! Chrysanthemums, you are blooming just now when the cranes are leaving?
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