Good morning! br br by Sergei Yesenin br br Gold stars had fallen into dozing, br And the mirror of the pond has shivered, br Light is dawning on the water surface, br Colouring a purple on sky's grid. br br Birches through a sleep had smiled, br Disarranging their silk green plaits. br Their green ear rings are rustling br Through the silver shining dewy veil. br br At the wattle fence you see a nettle. br It has put on the nacre dewy dress.