Soul! When you get tired to believe?
Spring, Spring! she languidly,
As the mystery of the door ajar
In kumirnju golden dream…
barely, girlfriend leaving,
I left in silence and shadow,
And here again - calling another,
Other causes day…
But the haze of spring povit
All, that raged here in the chest…
Do not sing, do not ask, Margarita,
In my heart you do not look…
26 Martha 1908
