7
Already dimmed the clarity of sight,
And the violin lay under the bow,
And evil will Conductor
Harps on the wind carried the…
Your essay passionate, sketch smoke
Through the darkness of the box floated to me.
And the tenor sang hymns on stage
Mad violins and spring…
When suddenly a sigh Nedalniy,
domchali, blood froze,
And someone is poor and sad
I personally leaned his hand…
When Guessing, barely visible,
He stood before me, as a rare smoke,
the ghost, the unbeaten…
And the harp sang: uletim.
March 1910
8
All, that memory is trying to save me,
He lost in the crazy years,
But rises from a burning zigzag
This story in the night sky.
Life long been burned and tell,
Only the first dream of love,
How priceless chest bandaged
Cross ribbons scarlet, blood.
And when, in the silence of my parlor
Under the icon lamp straitened from injuries,
Blue ghost of the dead mistress
Above censer dreams betrays.
23 Martha 1910
