He stood in a blaze. baptized children.
And the children saw a joyful sleep.
I put, sloping to the floor head,
Last prostration.
Nick woke up. I sighed happily,
Blue dream still glad awake.
I rolled and stopped the glass hum:
Ringing door slam downstairs.
hours passed. man came
With a tin badge on a warm hat.
I knocked and waited at the door of the man.
No one opened. Played hide and seek.
There were funny frosty Christmas time.
Hid my mother's red shawl.
The shawl she left in the morning.
Today left the house handkerchief:
Children hid him in the corners.
twilight crept. Children's shadows
Jumped on the wall by the light of lanterns.
Someone walking down the stairs, counting stage.
counted. And cried. And I knocked at the door.
children listened. open the door.
Thick neighbor brought them a cabbage soup.
He said: «Kushan». Knelt
AND, bowing, how is your mom, baptized children.
Mom does not hurt, pink kids.
Mom she lay on the rails.
good man, thick neighbor,
thank, thank. Mom could not…
mom is good. Mom died.
27 December 1903
