Русский текст http://proza.ru/2018/11/16/441
The wind tore ruthlessly the leaves and they, like the sparkles of a salute, scattered beautifully to the sides.
Alexey walked along the street which was completely covered with yellow and scarlet leaves.
He thought: once another week and there will be very few leaves on the branches.
What a pity!
A woman passed by and smiled to him. He smiled back. Then someone else smiled at him.
Today, probably, is the day of a smile! - he thought.
- Please Sir, you have a red sheet on your hat! - sprinkled a girl who studied in the evening secondary school.
He touched his hat to his hand. In his hand was a scarlet maple leaf with green veins.
- Miracles! - he thought. Never it happened!
And it really was a good sign: the next morning he received a wonderful letter, which he had not hoped to receive.
It was a letter from the woman with whom he had been familiar for a long time, but then the wind of change took the leaves of the senses: gold and red with green streaks ...
And he was glad more than ever because she remembered him.
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10 June 2016
Translated on the 28 of November 2018
Photo from the Web.