Vetr encounter, the snow will howl,
And in the memory of a moment there
the edge, the remote Breg…
But the color faded, under the snow niknet…
And the rustle of dry grass
My old diseases…
And night. And at night - trail deaf
I go to the snow veiled abyss…
Night, forest and snow. And I am
Cargo hateful memories…
Suddenly - a small house in the meadow,
And the girl singing in the forest.
6 January 1912
