I dreamed of funny thoughts…


I dreamed of funny thoughts,
I dreamed, I'm not alone…
In the morning was awakened by the noise
And cod rushing floes.

I thought of the miracle come true…
And there, axes to grind,
Cheerful red man,
laughing, make fires:

Pitches heavy canoes…
Река, singing, bore
And blue ice floe, and waves,
And thin chip paddle…

Drunk with the cheerful noise,
unprecedented soul is full…
To me - the thought of spring,
I know, that You are not alone…

11 Martha 1903

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