you laughing… I Smeyusya!
what, beauty, rather you prevailed,
All flowers plucked in the meadow,
But my soul is not won,
And love you, I can not!
There is another beautiful image in the world,
Do not you now know about him,
I will sing, trusting in sad lyre,
I will be the heart of the love cry…
want friendship, I will not accept friendship,
Want to life eternal enmity,
want to live, yearning for happiness,
But my love you do not know!
Well suffer, solve puzzles,
Well grieve, my beauty,
Let the recollection of sweet,
Whose love then was your!..
12 December 1898