Outdoors - rain and slush,
Do not you know, what to grieve.
And boring, and I want to cry,
There is nowhere to put the forces.
Deaf longing for no reason
And nagging thoughts frenzy.
Let's, nakolem luchinы,
Blow up themselves samovar!
maybe, though the tea hangover
Grumbling speech my
Zateplilas casual cheerful
Sleepy your eyes.
For fidelity to the ancient rite!
for this, For life, leisurely!
maybe, and break up Krucina
Hlebnuvshie tea soul!
10 December 1915
