at the crossroads,
Where the distance set,
The sad joyfully meet spring.
On the ground, more rigid
Breaks first grass.
And lace birches -
Far - deep -
Purple slopes of the ravine.
she vzmanila,
the land desolate!
In the West, rdeya from cold,
The sun, as a copper helmet warrior,
Facing face sad
For other horizons,
For other times…
And Shishak - Golden clouds -
Pulls up white feathers
Over derzkoy beauty
Rags evening my!
And pity my wings -
Raven's wing bogey -
Plameneyut, as the solar helmet,
gleam pm…
gleam of happiness…
And was baptized - and the distant windows -
And the top gear of the forest -
Everything breathes the lazy
And white size
spring.
5 May 1904
