Bolotistym, desert meadow
fly. some.
Von, maps accurately, semicircle
diverge lights.
Gadai, child, by night cards,
Where is your beacon…
Even bolder we rush in the eyes of
Neotvratimыy darkness.
He closed the night sea - Far
expanse of meadows!
And the smell of bitter and sad
Fogs and spirits,
And the ring through a thin glove,
And strict views,
And it's the desert specie
From the clatter of hooves -
All indications are limitless.
All wants to help us,
As this world, fly aimlessly
The shining night!
October 1912
