All shouted at round tables,
Restlessly changing place.
It was dimly from wine vapor.
Suddenly someone came in - and through the hum of voices
He said: "That is my bride".
Nobody heard anything.
All screamed furiously, like animals.
And one, without knowing why, –
I swinging and laughing, pointing at him
And Woman, was incorporated into the door.
She dropped her handkerchief,
And they all, in malevolent efforts,
As if realizing ominous hint,
Tore shrieking every scrap
And stained with blood and dust.
When all again approached the table,
Fell silent and sat down,
He pointed it at the girl in the corner
And loudly said,, pervading gloom:
"Gentlemen! Here is my bride ".
And suddenly the, who was rocking and laughing,
Pointless holding hands,
He clung to the table, shook, –
and this, who is madly cried before,
We heard the sound of weeping.
25 December 1902
