Scatter around the sky,
Ognekrasnaya cloud is.
I am writing in my cell Madonna,
I write - my guess is growing.
Here I draw a face of her tender,
Here flourished under the brush arm,
That is the beauty of snow-white shine
two heavenly, two light wing…
Ognekrasnye brighter reflections
On the harsh my canvas…
Haunting doom hotter
hugs, She clung to me…
31 August 1914
