Faded Rose sadly breathed,
Sun crimson sunset admiring,
moved the sun, - she trembled,
In the dark worrying eager anticipation.
Twilight descended rapidly to the ground,
Impenetrable darkness was behind them,
Vibrantly moved roses sheets,
Passionately watching the shadows of the night.
rose whispered: "ABOUT, sweet, Do you find
Dark Love and friend night?
covered with darkness, suddenly there will come
K dark, full of freshness meadow?»
Flowed vague sad sounds,
Roses Are moans, Do creek gurgling?
Who knows? flour executed,
Rose withered in its expectation…
Morning woke up magnificently over the meadow,
Cute was in the passionate sounds…
Poor, tender-hearted friend
K prosterla sky kolyuchye hands…
He said softly: «Simple», extinguished…
I whistled in response Nightingale ruthless;
Bush solitary wing touching,
Then he sped, fans greedy…
…………………………………………….
Then I saw, How is he, intoxicated
song, whispering with the other colors:
Roses swivel head bowed,
With songs artful blending dreams…
June 1898
Shakhmatovo
