Night dusty lay
Girl in a white coffin.
Night rose whiteout,
No one heard the words.
In the words rustled dregs,
In words he slept dormice.
Only the ghost of a white horse
Could in the fog mane swing.
And meaning in the sky rastvórennom
Passing step accelerated
In the blue, blue
Closed face shield.
Then someone stood up at the table
And said: Samovar!
Steam brought gold,
We have placed white cups
And they slurp and be proud of.
Summer 1905
