What in the world above
bright lofts?
I see pipe, roof
distant taverns.
Way back ordered,
And that - now?
That's - I just connected with it…
Here - the door is closed…
But she does not hear -
Hear - not looking,
Quiet - not breathing,
White - silent…
I do not ask to eat…
The wind is whistling in the slot.
How do I listen to a pleasure
Vьюzhnuю svirelь!
Wind, snow north,
you're a long-time friend of mine!
Give you a fan
young wife!
Give her dress
white, like you!
Apply in her bed
snow flowers!
You gave me a mountain,
clouds, yes snow…
Give hey dawn,
bead, pearls!
That was a well-dressed
AND, snow, White!
So I looked greedily
From that angle!..
You sing sweeter, snowstorm,
The snow tube,
That sleeping girlfriend
In the ice coffin!
That she did not get up,
creaks, board…
So as not to frighten
cute boyfriend!
December 1906
