Frying winter fog -
Firmament covered in blood.
I go to other countries
Taynodeystvennoy love.
You - in a dream. my arms
Do not I give you in the night.
I - the queen star ratey,
Do not you - my rays.
You deceived the unknown:
For sacred dreams
Unable to incorporeal
Open their features.
Delve more dispassionately
In the twilight of his spirit:
You will understand, I am beautiful
Ghosts of your.
3 December 1902
