One day in October fog
I walked, remembering the tune.
(ABOUT, instant unbribable kisses!
ABOUT, petting nekuplennyh virgins!)
And so, in impenetrable fog
There was the forgotten song.
And I began to dream of youth,
And you, as a living, and you…
And I began to dream away
from wind, rain, darkness…
(Since early youth dreams,
And you something, Do you come back?)
suddenly I see, - from darkness,
Staggered up to me
aging boy (strangely,
Did he, I have dreamed a dream?)
It goes from darkness
And right up to me.
And whispers: "I'm tired stagger,
Dank mist breathe,
In others mirrors the
And women kissing strangers…»
And it was strange to me to seem,
That I meet him again,…
Suddenly - he smiled cheekily, –
And there is no one near me…
Sad image,
Somewhere I saw him…
Perhaps himself
I met on the surface of the mirror?
October 1909
