Maria Pavlovna Ivanova
under the embankment, in rvu nekoshennom,
Lies and looks, as a living,
The bandanas, to spit abandoned,
Beautiful and young.
Happened, hoses pohodkoy force
The noise and the whistling of the near forest.
All bypassed long platform,
I waited, worrying, under a canopy.
Three bright eyes impinging -
gently flush, steeper curl:
May be, who is passing
A closer look from the windows…
Wagons were familiar line,
Podragivali and script;
Silent yellow and blue;
In green weeping and singing.
Get up sleepy behind the glass
And look smooth contours
platform, garden with shrubs faded,
Her, policeman beside her ...
Only once Hussar, careless hand
Leaning on the velvet scarlet,
She slid her a tender smile…
Slid - and the train sped away into the distance.
So useless raced youth,
In the empty dreams exhausted…
Tosca road, iron
Svište, heart breaking…
What - have long since taken out the heart!
So much is given bows,
So many zhadnыh thrown vzorov
The desert eyes wagons…
Do not come to her with questions,
You still, and she - quite:
love, mud il wheels
She crushed - all hurt.
14 June 1910
