sin shamelessly, soundly,
Account losing night and day,
AND, head of hops difficult,
Pass the bottom panel in the temple of God.
Three times bow dolu,
Seven - crossed himself,
Secretly spat to the floor
Hot to touch his forehead.
Putting in a copper plate groshik,
Three, and even seven times in a row
kiss centennial, poor
And zatselovali salary.
BUT, returned home, measure
At the same mite someone,
And a hungry dog door,
Iknuv, foot otpyhnut.
And under the icon icon lamp
To drink tea, otschelkivaya by,
Then pereslyunit coupons,
Bellied opened the dresser,
And feather duvets
In heavy mislaid dream… –
Yes, and such, my Russia,
You are dearer to me than all the edges.
26 August 1914
