Evening people go into homes.
Above the town blue night lit.
Boyaryshni quietly go into the women's quarters.
On the street blowing, spring walks.
On the street festival, in the light of the street,
And candle, and willow greet the dawn.
drowsy dormice, Uncaptured nonsense -
Overseas visitors dreamed king…
dreamed boyars… "Wake up, we are here…»
Boyaryshnya leaning sleepily in the darkness…
'Gum shadows go and vision swim…
What was in the sky - now on the ground…
spring morning. Thoughtful dream.
Lovers visit overseas tribes
AND, may be, later, fun times…
transparent cloud. pearl pattern.
There was a date. There was a conversation…
It was only a pale hand in the morning unlocked,
And the pink dawn soul took.
1 September 1903. St. Petersburg
