I am angry and weak. Earth sea
I crossed his mind…
As reigned before Mount, –
Now reigns in the soul rout…
Yearning for last passion,
According to the young spring goodness,
I'm waiting for another, unearthly power,
other, summer morning…
I am angry and weak. I am vain…
Hoping vyanu, - maliciously rvus, –
But it is difficult to break… gas, gas
And quickly to the death roll down…
15 June 1899
