So what, up portrait of a breast
mistresses, has long been forgotten,
Now I wear; in fact in the heart is no thought
About tom, it was - and is hidden in darkness.
And some of them l, wanting to find
In the hearts of other people's love and worship,
The slippery path of those who dare to go,
That happiness dawns at one moment!
Not, This beauty does not attract me;
When you look at it I think of other:
happy baby, that youth sings,
beautiful child, - Love my home.
And do, looking at the flower vyanuschy,
Do not think of other, lively and fragrant,
Decorate beautiful wreath
In the spring day, under heaven fertile?
10 November 1898
St. Petersburg
