Among the fans of Carmen,
Hurrying motley crowd,
Her zovuschyh a,
One, as the shadow of the gray walls
Night taverns Lillas paste,
Silent and gloomy looks,
Do not wait, does not require the participation of,
When the drum sounds,
And dull tingle wrist, –
He recalls the days of spring,
He is among the raging harmonies
Looks at the camp her melodious
And see the creative dreams.
26 Martha 1914
