About legend, of fairy tales, of jiffies:
I was looking for until the end of days
dusty, read out books
Hidden tale of Her.
The despair of flour in vain:
I stand at the last gate
And I do not know, - in front of Prekrasnoy
Secret fire, or ice.
The latter, of light, of shifting:
I will not open, and drognu, and forward:
I believe a quiet Autumn Smile,
Golden sun on the ice.
17 October 1902
