What a lovely poem Yuri Bucchi:
"What do you stand for sadness, ******* my unwed,
Look into the arranged – for someone like...
for thee worn, the wind changeable,
In the face of inclement shiver runs.
Thy leaves hair with rainbow sequins
At sunset, the sun glowing slightly.
Tell me, dear, how to live with the birches
Or as gathering clouds in the sky.
don't be sad, my sweet, soon everything will change
will all your dreams come true.
We're going up the magic stairs
And you will see in the open field pure ponds"....