How our windows were close!
I was watching, When she,
thoughtful, a low chair,
I looked up at the sky from the window,
When I am praying sad il,
Il was quiet cheerful, –
All passed before me,
And my life was bright.
And now the chtó! Of stifling clouds
In heaven scored alarm,
And girls air windows
bounced, darted hail.
And I heard a voice noisy
AND, I am going to the window, hearkened
And a voice will bezrazdumnoy
In the spring song guessing.
1906
