Vítr foukal a já se bála, stromy šustily, byl chlad. Ano podzim, ten pravý podzim. Slunce svítilo do zad, stromy vesele hrály všemi barvami, občas pták přeletěl nad hlavou. Z dálky šly slyšet vlny na rybníku. Šla jsem cestou. Vychutnávala jsem si každý lupen, který mi zašustil pod botami, pod krásnýma botami, které jsem si vloni koupila v Primarku a říkala si, jak se budou pro podzim skvěle hodin a ano hodily se, parádně doplňovaly tu barevnou škálu lístků, na kterou jsem došlapala.
The wind was blowing and I was afraid. It was cold. It is autumn. The sun was shining in the back, the trees cheerfully playing all the colors, sometimes the bird flew overhead. I hear the waves on the pond from afar.. I was on my way. I liked every single piece of leaves that was scuffed under my shoes, under the beautiful boots I bought last year at Primark I had thought that it had being super for the Autumn and fit, they perfectly complemented the colorful range of leaves.
The wind was blowing and I was afraid. It was cold. It is autumn. The sun was shining in the back, the trees cheerfully playing all the colors, sometimes the bird flew overhead. I hear the waves on the pond from afar.. I was on my way. I liked every single piece of leaves that was scuffed under my shoes, under the beautiful boots I bought last year at Primark I had thought that it had being super for the Autumn and fit, they perfectly complemented the colorful range of leaves.