Late autumn. Many believe this is a boring time. sad and sorrowful. Probably so. Usually at this time pouring endless rain, the sun is almost out, the birds do not sing, the days look gray, starts to get dark earlier. The trees are quite bare, the leaves have flown. The sky hangs low gray clouds. It seems that the very nature of sad that collected the last harvest, the last bird flew away to the south, leaving the last heat. There is a verse in Russian poet Nikolai Nekrasov, who accurately depict this inhospitable picture:
"Late Autumn,Rooks have departed,The forest was laid bare,The fields were empty. "