There is a game: caution sign,
To the attention of people to lull;
And the eyes of prey found;
And her quietly watch.
No matter how rude and nechutok
Person, eyed, –
He will feel a closer look
At least in the corners barely trembling lips.
And the other - just immediately understand:
shoulders shudder, his arm;
It turns - and there is nothing;
Meanwhile - anxiety is growing.
And those terrible sight unseen,
That it is impossible to catch;
Do you hear you, but you can not understand,
Whose eyes are unto thee.
Not greed - not love, not revenge;
So - the game, as a game for children:
And at each meeting people
These undercover detectives have.
You sometimes did not understand,
Why it happens sometimes,
With him you will come to the people,
And get away from the people - not a.
There are good and bad have an eye,
Only it would be better not nobody's watching:
Too much is in each of us
unknown, playing strength…
ABOUT, yearning! A thousand years
We can not measure the soul:
We will hear the flight of all the planets,
Thunder in the silence…
And yet - we live in an unknown
And we do not know we are his strength,
AND, like children, playing with fire,
Scalding yourself and others…
18 December 1913
