…Again, I go to the window,
In love with shimmering saga,
Not long to listen to the silence:
Iznemozhennый, lie down again.
I had gone to bed on the day,
And I drive a dream, to last the silence…
Daytime nobody sorry for me, –
I am sorry my suffering night…
It is in the silence of the sleepless
I pour festive meal.
And someone dear, close to me
Compresses plaintive hands…
26 October 1903
