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That summer was green in vain,
Maple shedding tears,
I prayed at midnight of October.

The motive of the divine shimmering,
Luminaries waved tmu.
Rows of trees Monk
We heed the stellar psalm.

Moon shining censer
Kurilos haze clouds.
And retreated empty
Trail off somewhere far away.

And I, turning leaves,
Whispered words of remorse:
Cleanse, O Lord, cleanse!
O my soul, almost dead?

And my mood together
From all sides, from all over
Sang & quot; Yes, prayer be ... & quot;
Chorus roadside Tchernetsov.

Transfiguration of Our Lord,
August 19 1981