You fireplace, bowed gray…

You fireplace, bowed gray,
Listen to fairy tales in verse.
We are behind you - invisible dreams -
Draw a pattern on the walls.

your daughter - in armchairs - Spring Pink,
Stricter evening shadows.
We have never knocked at her,
We are not naughty when it.

As you are well and light -
We on dark walls…
give fool around, Knock on the glass,
Let me - zabemsya window!

Tell you quietly, raising gray:
"I banged somewhere, boyfriend?»
your daughter, that ruddy spring,
tell: "There's a gray zverok".

1 November 1903

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