Alone floated on the blue moon,
Illuminating the shadowy distance,
and soul, inexplicable anxiety is full,
Led to love sorrow.
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Fragrant Rose nodded with a window,
Illuminated by a full moon,
And sadly, She looked sad
In a refreshing night's gloom…
In the east, I woke aleyuschy day,
But the sad and if the patient…
lonely, pale, timid shadow
He flashed and disappeared behind me…
I was under the window and, burning love,
I'm crazy voice whispering…
Morning moving quietly, dawn rose,
A breeze flitted through the trees…
no appeal, no sound, Our Whisper Words
I have not heard in the silence of the night,
But in the shaded box sounded love…
Or, may be, I dreamed?..
ABOUT, insane! why are you under an old window
Her, crazy, He whispered in the silence,
If she spent the night in the same sense,
And in your deserted window?!..
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In the afternoon we met cold… flame alive
Redeem this cloudy day…
I have not thought of the lonely hour of the night,
About her swift-winged shadow…
27 July 1898
Boblovo
