Short rows of trees alternated one after another., then opening

Short rows of trees alternated one after another., then opening, then again hiding behind the needle-like walls the edges of the majestic orange semicircle. The sun, tired from the day, was slowly going to rest., drowning among dozens of sharp peaks, already at the beginning of September, they managed to put on their white crowns. It was clearly visible, like the last rays of the sun, reflected glitteringly from the young snow, and dozens of arrows flew somewhere down, there, Where, it seemed, the land is running out. Far below, at the foot of giant mountains, golden and green meadows stretched out to the very horizon. At this distance they looked more like a multi-colored expanse of water., whose peace was disturbed here and there by a strong north wind. The endless fields were divided by two silver ones, playing in the light of the ribbon. The rivers seemed alive, as if they were old friends. All the way they became closer to each other, then they quarreled again, moving away; and yet, In the end, together they went somewhere into the distance, no longer in the power of our curious gossip.
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Short rows of trees alternated one after another
.,
then opening
,
then again hiding behind the needle-like walls the edges of the majestic orange semicircle
.
The sun
,
tired from the day
,
was slowly going to rest
.,
drowning among dozens of sharp peaks
,
already at the beginning of September
,
they managed to put on their white crowns
.
It was clearly visible
,
like the last rays of the sun
,
reflected glitteringly from the young snow
,
and dozens of arrows flew somewhere down
,
there
,
Where
,
it seemed
,
the land is running out
.
Far below
,
at the foot of giant mountains
,
golden and green meadows stretched out to the very horizon
.
At this distance they looked more like a multi-colored expanse of water
.,
whose peace was disturbed here and there by a strong north wind
.
The endless fields were divided by two silver ones
,
playing in the light of the ribbon
.
The rivers seemed alive
,
as if they were old friends
.
All the way they became closer to each other
,
then they quarreled again
,
moving away
;
and yet
,
In the end
,
together they went somewhere into the distance
,
no longer in the power of our curious gossip
.
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