We said goodbye in a distant alley,
Lying round the wide shadow,
For a moment, a smile of farewell
Autumn rush of day,
And the sun came out. All, it seemed,
Obъyato grace creator,
Nature powerfully enjoyed
The rays of the sun - with no end,
But the wind hladny, frowning clouds,
I hid the rays, caught up Tene,
And we understood was the storm -
The last moment of blissful days.
24 July 1899
