I opened the window. what a gloomy
Capital in October!
Downtrodden horse brown
He walks in the yard.
Snezhynka light feather
Flutters in the wind,
And a weak tree vershinku
Mota's lust.
Life was easy, lived and young -
I spent my time to.
Vaughn - a boy, Posinj from cold,
Shivering in the yard.
All, all the old, seasoned,
And will be, as always.
Horse and small boy
Not sweet cold.
And me without any reason
Herded into the attic.
Nobody listened to my arguments are not,
And he went out my tobacco.
And all want free will of
free plaguing,
Though no more stars happy
Since, like I was drinking!
It has long been a star in my glass sunk, –
Shall forever?..
And here again cheered the soul:
With me my star!
here, Here - in the eyes of floats alluring,
Swinging window…
And life began in earnest,
And wings will I!
And even all my belongings
With a zahvachu!
I knew, I knew their power!..
Here I cried… and lentils!
fly, I fly to the small boy,
Among the fire vortex and…
All, all the old, seasoned,
Yes, but - without me!
October 1906
