Peredvecherneyu sometimes
I went at dusk with mountains,
And here in front of me - for the mist -
Features sad sister.
It is noiseless step,
Behind it moves darkness,
And in the valley, the ravines
Sigh breasts without numbers.
"Sister, where in the rain and cold
You go with a sad crowd,
Who whips drove hunger
The graves of nomadic life?»
Here I came, stopped
And she raised the torch in the darkness,
And soft light illuminated
All, that is invisible on the ground.
And there, roadside ditches,
I, shuddering, discerned
Features torment impossible
And cramps weakened bodies.
And once again lowered the torch stuffy,
AND, smiling at me, I passed -
The same smoky air and,
As the surrounding darkness.
But I remember these faces
And the silence of the empty orbits,
And a string of doomed
In front of me is always.
September 1906
