When I thought about the past, about the forgotten,
I was again drawn to the lost years,
I felt for a long time buried in the ground,
The raw boards, which will no dreams.
And the truth, I was in this world?
I have lived long been extinct, lived through
AND, vzdohi hladnыe vveryaya frostiness lire,
I could not surrender to the trend of the onetime…
But you was in the hot glare of the summer,
As storms herald - leaves the earthly noise,
And the soul with love again warmed,
And black thoughts left my mind.
And I live, sing, yet sung,
And how sweet!, both in the clear silence…
What, if the heart is rapidly terminates?
I'm not used to the cloudless spring.
November (?) 1898
