One I hope remains:
Look into the well of the yard.
Day breaks. whitens clothes
The scattered light in the morning.
I hear - old speech
We woke up at the bottom of a deep.
Vaughn warm yellow candle,
Forgotten in someone's window.
Hungry cat snuggled
Do roofs gutter morning.
To cry - one left for me,
And listen to, how do you sleep peacefully.
Do you sleep, and on the street quietly,
And I'm dying of boredom,
And evil, hungry Litho
Persistently knocking at the temples…
Hey, small, Look me in the window!..
Well no, do not look within - will pass…
I quite winter sun,
The silly like the sun.
October 1906
