And set me mad thirst,
Lust for Life on and on…
Nekrasov
We are tired. pretty. On and on
Tirelessly drew our nature…
We are back: leaving little sunrise,
We are again under the rays of the rising…
All-the way of life we have come to the end, –
And the end turned out to be the beginning of…
But left us dependent Creator,
That once graced our way…
Here it is, the former rising! But cold fire
He will not hurt us to the soul, like before…
We are tired. In vain we wait for vacation, –
We do not believe we no longer hope…
14 September 1899
