twinkling stars. night smoked
In the spring, flowers and grass.
The river rolled silent,
Oserebrennaya moon.
I wanted this night to merge,
I wanted in bliss without end
Allow to enjoy the happiness
Soul singer from burning…
but all, aspired flame
my soul, - broken again…
At the bottom of the river, I met a stone
And I buried my love…
……………………………
River - Virgo. Stars - eyes…
She, like before, good…
But the moon shine a cold night -
Her soul ostyvshaya.
4 June 1899
