Angry gaze of colorless eyes.
Their proud call, their contempt.
All lines - the melting and singing.
Since I met you for the first time.
In the parterre - night. can not breathe.
Bib black close, close…
And the pale face… and a lock
Hair, A number spadayuschaya…
ABOUT, not the first strange encounters
I felt dumb eeriness!
But these nervous hands and shoulders
Almost scary sensitive…
The proud head movement
Direct signs of annoyance…
(So people from behind the fence
Sullenly glancing lions).
And there, a round lamp, there
Already silenced seguidilla,
And the anger, and jealousy, not to you
He is in love with Escamillo,
Do not you marry braid,
To turn down the unnecessary light
And not too flash a series of pearl
Teeth - to the unfortunate…
ABOUT, not to look, silent - no urine,
To say - it is not necessary and can not be…
And you have (star middle of the night),
Sliding gliding gait,
Going - in the same act,
And the song of your delicate shoulders
Already familiar to horror,
And the heart is destined to cherish,
As the memory of a homeland, –
Your image, expensive ever…
And there: leave, depart from life,
Get away from this sad life!
Shouts lost man…
And Marty gets wet snow.
25 Martha 1914
