As the growing anxiety in the night!
Quiet, coldly, dark.
conscience tormented, life is busy.
On the moon look no urine
Through a frosty window.
Something is happening in the world.
In the morning scared me to disclose
news-sheet. Someone wants
To appear, someone wanders.
Ile - changed his mind, may be?
guest sleepless, creaky floor?
Brother, are they not all the same to me!
The newly made friends with a tavern violin,
Monotonous and melodious!
Again, I'll drink wine!
Does not matter, I do not have enough power
Dragged to the end
With sober, a liar smile,
For which - the fear of the grave,
anxiety Dead Man.
30 December 1913
