I was walking down the street, killed grief.
my youth, how sad night,
Pale beam upadana on plate,
Slogans, He trailed and shied away.
Bitter thoughts - rags sorrows -
Suddenly asked for tea, overnight,
And disappeared among street vistas,
For vereniceй zlovonnыh teleg.
Lord God! Oh, morning swirls.
Where, and how this day will live?..
narrow windows. Behind them - maid.
Delicate fingers lay on the canvas.
Ringlets fell on soft tissue -
Right, I worked all night…
Cheeks pale from sleepless dreams,
And the fading voice sings:
"What I was able to, when a loved?
He abandoned by her mother and left her father…
Here I am with you, my dear, my dear…
Signet of Suffering, we will connect the hearts.
What I can? His red blood
My fondness for you to decorate…
female fidelity, everlasting love
Ring-Suffering you forge ".
30 October 1905
