Here it is - a number of coffin stupenéy.
And between us - no one. The two of us.
you sleep, gentle companion days,
Drenched unprecedented beam.
You rest in a white coffin.
You are calling with a smile: Do not be.
Golden strands on his forehead.
Golden scapular on his chest.
I celebrated a bright death,
Touching a hand wax.
The rest - a bottomless firmament
Buried in a haze of blue.
Sleep - your vacation no one will interrupt.
We - Okra unknown road.
All stormy night -
Here is lit shining with chamber.
18 June 1904. WITH. Shakhmatovo
