Has thought up mother to daughters names, Here Summer and Fall, Winter and Spring. The Spring comes – the woods turn green, And bird's voices ring everywhere. And the Summer has come – everything under the sun blossoms, And ripe berries ask for a mouth. To us the generous Fall bears fruits, Yield a harvest of the field and gardens. The winter fills up with field snow. In the winter the earth has a rest and dozes.
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