I was a fortune-teller with a wrinkled face
Enchantment under the dark porch.
Fascinated by the street screaming,
I ran for a glimpse of the face.
I ran and divined person,
At the corners, I stopped running.
Before me crawling string
loaded, creaking carts.
Creeping snake between the houses -
I could not go areas…
And from there appealed: "Behind us!»
distribute: "Insane! forgive!»
There - immortal will Tormented,
May be, It called itself…
I ran past the lane -
And I swallowed homes.
11 December 1903
