Let the dead bury
dead.
(Gospel)
He has no power to come:
he was killed on the way,
He was buried in the grave, he is dead.
(Walter Scott)
first vote
I - free herald centuries.
I - a servant of my mistress.
Show me the name of the color -
Her favorite colors - Specify.
The second voice
At the high walls of the abandoned,
Where do you remember the first time captured,
There bushes crouched Verbier,
Vermilion, bloody Verbier.
first vote
who, pokhitchik, the soul is not weak?
Who, covered with the darkness of night?
Will he lord or slave -
But I did not - and the other?
The second voice
Yes, in the morning, happy, to the porch
Suit - and heart flowers.
He is not a slave - Mr.: the ring,
By shaking hand, in the face,
Do you recognize the sign of the bloody dream.
first vote
What is the secret of my bloody colors!
What am I Mr. face - tell!
I - free herald centuries.
I - a servant of my mistress.
8 September 1902
