Shadow of the second - well-built men at arms,
Ile bride of the crown?
Helmet and feathers. No face.
immobility of a dead man.
At the gate bell rattles,
Muffled clicks Castle.
Pass over the threshold
Lecher and a prostitute…
Icy wind howls,
Empty, quiet and dark.
At the top of the window is lit.
Does not matter.
as lead, blackwater.
It - oblivion forever.
The third ghost. Where are you going,
You, out of the shadows sliding into the shadows?
7 February 1914
5
The newly rich angry and glad,
Again humiliated the poor.
On the roofs of stone bulks
He looks pale month,
sends silence,
It emphasizes the steepness
stone plumbs,
black canopies…
All of it was in vain,
If there was no king,
To observe the laws.
Just do not look for the palace,
hearted persons,
Golden crown.
He - a distant wastelands
In the light rare lamps
appears.
Neck twisted handkerchief,
Under the leaky canopy
smiles.
7 February 1914
