VII
A lot of time has passed since then:
You you look at me with a nameless quiet Duma,
I'm still lifeless actor,
Vlachaschih flour baby morosely.
You're still beautiful and clean,
You still can not see, - I sylnee strazhdu,
ABOUT, as I want, you to, about, beauty,
Find out, what I'm passionate thirst!
And I want to cry near you,
As a small child in the cradle!
So clean, so warmly loving,
We say a word to each other do not have time!..
Yes, I'm exhausted, tired nightingale,
stopped sounds, the song was cut short,
But with yasnoyu harmony Your
My soul is sick is not broke.
Now you speak and sing,
I will listen, weep inconsolably,
Your heart, after all, you can feel sorry for?
ABOUT, justifying, When You're so sinless!
And when you, one of my dream,
Do not give me the sob of suffering long-standing,
I will know, that in the world of beauty
Always mute and not her compassion!
December 1898
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*Any, someone touches Love,
it becomes a poet (Gr.). - Red.
