Melancholy and sadness, sufferings, hell itself -
All in the beauty of it is converted.
Hamlet
I walked in the dark to the concerns and fun,
Top shone the invisible world of spirits.
Over the Duma after lilisya warble for warble
Chants ringing birds nightingales.
And suddenly fell Midnight Star,
And mind again stung by a snake…
I walked in darkness, and the echo repeated:
"Why my child Ophelia?»
2 August 1898
Shakhmatovo
