On the eve of Midsummer Day
I was collecting herbs,
And pochuyal, that pampers me
Aroma mental poison.
I gathered wild flowers
And the dewy grass at night
And sleep brings dreams,
And they are, blue…
In those dreams, I found out the night
I close with a sweet parting,
And as if in a dream kiss
I warmly gentle hand…
And my tears katilisya,
Dear hug me,
I woke up in tears of love
And pochuyal, his heart was beating…
From now on you will not entice me
Aroma mental poison,
I do not BEAC herbs
On the eve of Midsummer Day…
24 June 1899
The day of Ivan
