Reddened and off stage.
You said she: "I will come".
At the entrance to dusk prayers
I opened my heart. - Waiting.
What I can tell you - I do not know.
May be, of happiness would die.
But fire evening fire,
And will draw you to the fire.
Blooming red flame.
Suddenly, dreams come true.
You are walking. above the temple, over us -
Bezzakatnaya depths and heights.
25 December 1902