How stuffy it is for me! open the window…
Child, you're also unwell?
Search both destined
Streams night air!..
Look: you all fainted…
Child, I stuffy… What's wrong with me?!..
Look: my star went
search… breathe… how we are with you…
You cry?.. I'm with you… simple!
Child, tomishsya you fruitlessly?..
ABOUT, God!.. to spend the night,
One would again breathe freely!..
ABOUT, give breath!.. exhaustion
And you… Give me a hand… PUSH more…
Look: my star is gone!!..
I stuffy, stifling!……
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16 August 1899
