I love autumn/ In autumn is warm, but rainy. I like to play football, ride skate and a bike. But I don't like to go to school. Summer is over and it is autumn again, beautiful as ever. It is a season when the trees are simply fantastic — yellow, red, green and brown, not just one brown, but browns of all possible shades: light brown, dark brown, yellowish brown and all of a richness that only an artist can see and describe. Still very warm, but it is already sad from a smell of the left summer, multilayered, prjano-sourish. Trees dump the foliage burnt for a summer. It seems that trunks darken, they have got tired and wish to sleep. Unruly small spiders with improbable speed spin webs, and you, without seeing, break their traps.