Opened the door to my blizzard,
I froze my Gornitsa,
And in the new snow font
I baptized a second baptism.
And entering into a new world, I know,
That people have, and there are cases.
That way open perhaps to paradise
all, who is evil ways.
I'm so tired of fondling friend
On the freezing ground.
And gem blizzard
Glittering ice floe on the forehead.
And the pride of the new Epiphany
My heart turned to ice.
You give me a moment longer sulish?
prophesy, that spring will come?
but look, his heart glad!
Occlusion snow Solid.
Spring will not be, Do not need:
Baptism is the third - Death.
3 January 1907
