The poet in exile and in doubt
At the crossroads of two roads.
Night extinguished Impressions,
Sunrise and pale and far.
Still no indication in the past,
what they want, where to go?
And he is in doubt and in exile
I stopped on the way.
But certainly in the eyes of eager hopes,
Hardly accessible mind,
That day will wake up, will open eyelids,
And the distance prividitsya him.
31 Martha 1900
