No need to give ships from,
Over mыsom pochivaet darkness.
On snezhnosinem bedspread
I read your symbol.
Your voice can be heard through the blizzard,
And the stars roll in the snow dust.
Rook night flying,
Diving into the icy jets.
And there's my enviable share -
The snows of oblivion burn out,
And in the coastal snow field
By ringing the blizzard to die.
Not solve the living darkness,
That your camp is surrounded by.
And do not understand the earth sign,
So as not to disturb the snow dream.
4 January 1907
