What have you looked down in embarrassment?
views, like before, on me.
That's what you become - in humiliation,
In sharp, incorruptible light of day!
I myself do not a - not the old,
Not available, proud, clean, evil.
I look kind and hopeless
A simple and boring way to earth.
Not only do I not have the right,
I'm not able to reproach
For your agonizing, for the wicked,
Many women predestined path.
But I have a little bit different,
The other, I know your life,
More, than judges, I'm familiar with,
How you ended up on the edge.
However because of the edge, there was a time,
We drove fatal passion,
We want to lose weight together
And fly, then to fall.
You've always dreamed of, what, sgoraya,
We will burn down together - you and me,
that is given, dying in the arms,
See blessed edge…
What to do, if deceived
so dream, like every dream,
And that life cruelly whipped
Knut rough rope?
Not to us it, life hasty,
And the dream right, we lied. –
Still, ever happy
Have you with me was not?
This strand - such gold
Did not the old fire? –
Good, bezbozhnaya, empty,
unforgettable, forgive me!
11 October 1915
