Posv(yaschaetsya) ***
I spoke with you in anguish;
you accidentally, - so beautiful,
This elegant and simple -
Opened soul bending nelzhivy.
but know: distinguish truth
In me you will not, simple soul…
My soul invisible thread
Do not you grasp, searching through…
And I am not weak. instant spell, –
One moment, I only have to, –
And the heart of your fire
Destroy a strong fence…
I'm sparing you until, child,
but I see, nearing a moment,
when will fall, not joking,
My feet - for the gusto…
24 August 1899
Shakhmatovo
