Luna woke up. bustling city
Rattles away and sheds lights,
Here, everything is so quiet, there insanely,
There all rings, - and we are alone…
But if the flame of the meeting
Was the eternal flame and holy,
Not so would be poured our speech,
Not so would sound your voice!..
Can it be true live still suffering,
And happiness can carry?
In the hour indifferent Goodbye
We remember a sad sorry…*
14 December 1898
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* poems Polonsky.
