Whole life waiting. Tired of waiting.
And he smiled. and slopes.
Hair loose strand
On the shoulders of the dark came down.
Peace is not great and rich -
And do not look to the black eye!
After all, only people say,
That we should wait and be submissive…
And here - some kind of flute
singing hysterically, miserably, thin:
«Swing foreign cradle,
Affection baby doghouse…»
I'm here too. From my destiny,
over Leroy, angry, how ax,
This humbled and angry,
Trading on the markets of the world…
I believe the mist your hair
And your Magnificence.
My siry spirit - your faithful dog,
At your feet rumbles chain…
Here we go again, and here again,
Meeting with these dark eyes,
I want to be called by the name of,
Breathe and live next to you…
Dream! What a dull life slumber?
Bane - after a poison…
I will change you, how he,
without changing, not cunning…
funny live! It's funny to know,
That the moon is nothing new!
Given that the dead to give birth
Raging word life!
And no one cares no,
That people give, you gave me,
And people - on the tomb stones
Draw nickname: Poet.
13 January 1908
