Again - gusts young age,
And explosions forces, and extreme opinions…
But luck was not - and is not.
Although this is no longer doubt!
Pass the dangerous year.
You lurk everywhere.
But if you come out intact - then
You, finally, believe the miracle,
AND, finally, see you,
What is happiness, and it was not necessary,
With this pipe dream
And half a lifetime is not enough,
That flowed over the edge
Delight creative cup,
And certainly not my, and our,
And peace established connection, –
And only with a gentle smile
Sometimes you will remember
On the children of the dream, on shaky,
That happiness is used to call!
19 June 1912