Fun! roars pipe,
White faces grimace,
And he sees the flag a passerby
huge inscription: "Destiny".
tent. scattered cards.
Gadalka, darker July day,
mutters, coin jingling,
Words sweeter sounds of Mozart.
Circle - a growing cry,
Whistles and unclean speech,
And yarmarki Gulu - far
In the fields of responsible green double.
In the tent, all the whispers and murmurs,
And soon merge sounds,
And quickly brown hands
Dig into tighter and tighter…
augury! moment! Dream!..
AND, rapidly rising, contemptuous gesture
He shook the clothes over the damned place,
tell fortunes… and šepčut mouth.
Again howls pipe,
And in the memory of dusty rearing speech,
And hands… and shoulders…
And fast inscription: "Destiny"!
July 1905
