Old cock missed,
gold, like a day, cock!
Not the opened closet,
How long is my only weapon in the winter night to sin!
And white patterned porch
He flashed a gold comb…
And the old woman down from the stove,
Everything can not find one for the road…
That is - hit the light in the window,
Old woman's eyes light up…
In the yard - like a bright sun,
The village stands on display.
Mother, what evil has happened,
Hurry do not find Kluki…
Look, proklyataya, which had fallen!..
A big eyes in fear:
Vaughn he stands in the corner, lit,
From under his cap goggles…
And on the streets of snow and carotid
commotion, romp, vote…
We ran to the old woman's house,
seized the bucket, who is not stupid…
And in a heap of ashes - unknown
Timidly shrank a little corpse…
Long, grandmother, right, like,
Do not you find your one for the road…
his cock lost,
Hunting, You found himself Cockerel!
Winter wind blows and whistles,
All playing with protruding pipe…
Dead Eye if still looking,
Where missing cockerel… gold.
A bunch of ash razmetennoy,
Where walking and pecking rooster,
it goes out, the flash of hearts
Gold, swashbuckling scallop.
11 January 1906
