WE
darkness. One I. Disturbs my hearing silence.
All fell asleep, so I do not sleep.
I would like to sleep, yes it is very dark
This night, - and the moon shall not Srebreno.
Duma all persistently disturb my sleep.
I remember the last night:
obscure darkness… Ringing through the forest spreads…
How lovely eyes shine!..
Farther, farther… So cold! Ice on the Neva,
Opens the door to the cold…
What is awakened in my head?
What a mystery pops out?..
Not, not secret: one neugasshaya passion…
But the passion I will not pray!
Before the other on his knees I'm ready to fall!..
Mother, have fallen asleep… but something I can not sleep.
18 November 1898
