Pushkin said that autumn is a “melancholy time”. In autumn the nature  slowly fades: flowers disappear, green grass turns into yellow and dries out and trees drop their leaves.

Sometimes it’s very sad to watch it happening but just like a famous Russian poet I do love autumn. The thing I like the most is when trees turn gold and everything in the parks and streets is covered with colorful

leaves.                                                                                                            

 Pushkin A.S.
A melancholy time! So charming to the eye!
Your beauty in its parting pleases me -
I love the lavish withering of nature,
The gold and scarlet raiment of the woods,
The crisp wind rustling o'er their threshold,
The sky engulfed by tides of rippled gloom,
The sun's scarce rays, approaching frosts,
And gray-haired winter threatening from afar.