Day of silence for our wall, –
Someone evil measured their conscience.
And in the evening we heard,
As revealed a strange story.
Yesterday there were more arms,
Yet there was smiling and singing.
On cry, the rustle of dresses
We learned has accomplished business.
There's a book opened page,
And it did not dare to miss…
In the morning, the capital learned
the, what they talked about the week…
And all of this - here, by Stan,
Where we are so accustomed to peace!
What we have something with a price
I got the happiness with you!
29 January 1903