I'm scared. I hear pryblyzhene
minutes, when it is impossible to dream,
When the desires and aspirations
The soul can not distinguish.
When, trampling the laws of honor,
Sensing someone timid oppression,
The soul seeks to abject revenge,
And the mind, Having recognized, is unaware.
When, deceived glitter of gold,
In heart the fear of death,
And damn all, that is holy,
And later repent in tears.
23 October 1899