All currently negligible,
gray, how this gray day,
And the heart can not be torn
Grab a flickering shadow.
A shadow of future grief
I wander round the, viyas,
And life boils around, how sea,
From its banks seeking.
All currently negligible,
Promise me evil coming day,
And I seek, when possible,
Catch the shadow of memories.
Memories of previous life,
Where's all my soul blossomed,
Where all Nemea, hopeless
Raises the specter of evil cometh!
26 January 1899
St. Petersburg
