ABOUT, how madly outside

You, poor, naked wretches.

ABOUT, how madly outside
revet, raging storm of evil,
The clouds rush, pouring rain,
And the wind howls, breathless!
dreadful night! On such a night
I feel sorry for the people, homeless people,
Compassion makes me -
The crude cold arms!..
To fight the darkness and the rain,
Sufferers fate sharing…
ABOUT, how madly outside
raging wind, iznyvaya!

24 August 1899

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