I went out into the night - learn, understand
The distant rustle, close murmurings,
take non-existent,
Believe in imaginary horses' hoofs.
Road, the moon is white,
It seemed, It was filled with steps.
There's only a shadow wandered
And he sank behind the hills.
And I listened to - and heard:
Among the trembling lunar spots
Long away, ringing horse galloping,
And easy whistling was clear.
but here, and then - smooth sound,
And my heart slowly fought,
ABOUT, how to understand where the knock,
Where is the voice of?
And so, louder ringing of hooves,
And the white horse carried me…
And it became clear, who is silent
And on an empty seat laughing.
I went out into the night - learn, understand
The distant rustle, close murmurings,
take non-existent,
Believe in imaginary horses' hoofs.
6 September 1902. St. Petersburg
