And midianke on knees
I bow celebrate chapter.
Vladimir Solovyov
Through the sandy desert,
Nurturing long dream,
I carried to distant shrines
My spiritual contribution.
neither man, nor beast, no bird
Did not prevent me to go.
One child - damsel
I had met on the way.
And the ever-feminine chained,
confused, - and thrown mite,
and blinded, and fascinated,
And hast taken the power of beauty.
But for the blessed Brega
Another kind is white temple.
to come, grief pleas,
And there will manifest myself, among the gods
And soprichislenny gods.
20-21 May 1901
