Do not despise, God works,
My thoughts and dreams,
When you find their notebooks
And yellowed flowers.
when I die, I ask you, children,
Add up to a lifeless chest
The remains of the sad life
And with them the coffin carry me.
Someday my descendants,
Planting springtime flowers,
Will find in the land of bone fragments
And the songs of the yellow sheets.
23 January 1899
St. Petersburg
