Silent and gloomy look
On tour across the shore. heart mnitsya,
What, just the thought will deliver, –
She again enslave…
Again, a window opens,
And again the night smells of cool…
Past newly resurrected
With its bane and joy…
As these dim lights
Neva doubled flicker, –
So my moan tones
It carries a doubly memories…
Holy songs of previous years
accord, happiness darivshim,
Then poured, - and I, poet,
breathing coming, - not dead!..
12 September 1899
