5
Let hid sorrow from partite
Drowned in roses wall, –
Muffle the rumble of the sea
Nightingale's song is not free!
And start singing alarm
The roar of the waves has brought to me…
Suddenly - a vision: a great way
And tired gait ass…
And in the darkness of sweet and sultry
Wrapping hot arm,
She repeats restlessly:
"What ails you, my beloved?»
But, staring forlornly into darkness,
Inhale slowly bliss,
Distant tide of noise
I do not can not hear the soul.
6
I woke up in the misty dawn
It is not known which of the day.
she sleeps, smiling, like children, –
She dreamed a dream about me.
As under the morning twilight charym
figure, transparent with passion, beautiful!..
By far and measured strokes
I found out, that suits tide.
I opened the blue box,
And pochudilosь, if there was
For distant growl of the surf
Calling plaintive cry.
Crick was a donkey and long Length,
He penetrated into my soul, moan like,
And I quietly closed the curtain,
To prolong the enchanted sleep.
AND, down on the rocks fence,
I broke the reverie of colors.
their spikes, sure hands from the garden,
I clung to my dress.
