mess up a storm, poured out rain,
Razmetut and razmoyut way.
Us, broken, replace other leaders,
To other ways to lead.
So goes the year, for years of the century, –
The same gold cute braids.
ABOUT, traitor, Understand this flower charm,
This dream unchanged beauty!
You - a stranger to me - and the other spring
For you, my judge, destined.
but understand, how gratifying from the sleep of death
To hear about their banners!
Spring 1903
