But there is no one to look. At the bottom are
Loving each other: they have no business
By the lake, which is at the bottom,
And to me, which is at the top.
They need human sighs,
I need sighing pines and water.
A lake - beauty - she needs,
that I, no one visible, sang
High hymn that, as the clear dawns,
How slender pine, as a free soul.
We passed all pair. twilight blue,
Beley fog. And the girl's dress
I see the light at the bottom of the fold.
Thoughtfully she took the track
And lonely village on the steps
graves, I did not notice…
I see a light profile. Let no one knows,
I know I, what has come to dream
longing girl… lighter
All the windows of the far cottages: there - samovars,
And the blue smoke cigars, and flat laughter…
She came here without satellites…
Probably, probably banish
Tighten in a tunic officer
With wobbly legs and butt,
Wrapped in duct pants!
It looks as though the fog,
By the lake, of pine, over the hill,
Somewhere so far, as far as,
Where I can not look…
ABOUT, gentle! ABOUT, thin! - And fast
She mentally choose out the name:
whether Adelina! whether Mary! Tekle!
Yes, Tekle!.. - And thoughtfully looks
The swirling mist… Brother, how to banish!..
And so officer close: white tunic,
Above him a mustache and a button-nose,
And flat pancake, flat cap…
he came… He shakes her hand!.. look
His bright eyes staring at!..
I even moved out of the crypt…
And suddenly… a long, smacking her,
She gives her hand and leads to the cottage!
