Look: I was confused all pages,
While your eyes are blooming.
Large wings of snow birds
My mind blizzard swept.
How strange were the speech mask!
Are you clear? - God knows!
Do you firmly know: books - fairy tales,
But in real life - only prose there.
But for me, inseparable
With you - the night, and the darkness of the river,
And solidifying smokes,
And rhymes cheerful lights.
Do not be, and you with me strict,
And masks do not tease me.
And do not touch a dark memory
Other - terrible - fire.
10 January 1907
