AT. BUT. Zorhenfreyu
Heavy dense curtain at the entrance,
During the night the window - fog.
Now what is your hateful freedom,
Fear poznavshiy Don-Juan?
Cold and empty in the lush bedroom,
The servants sleep and night deaf.
From a country blessed, unknown, far
You can hear the song of the rooster.
That traitor bliss sounds?
Moments of life are numbered.
Donna Anna sleeps, crossing his hands on the heart,
Donna Anna dreams…
Whose cruel features frozen,
The mirrors reflect?
Anna, Anna, sweet l sleep in the grave?
Sweet eh see unearthly dreams?
life is empty, insane and bezdonna!
Come out to battle, old rock!
And in response - victoriously and love -
In the snowy haze sings horn…
flies, sprinkling in the night lights,
The black, quiet, like an owl, motor.
Pacific, heavy steps
The house comes Commander…
the door wide. From excessive cold,
Like a raucous fight night hours -
Clock chime: "You called me to dinner.
I came. And are you ready?..»
On the question of cruel no answer,
No response - silence.
In the lush bedroom terrible hour of dawn,
slaves sleep, and night pale.
At the hour of dawn, cold and strange,
At the hour of dawn - the night is cloudy.
Virgin St.! Where are you, Donna Anna?
Anna! Anna! - Silence.
Only terrible morning mist
Beat the clock for the last time:
Donna Anna in your hour of death will rise.
Anna will rise in the hour of death.
September 1910 – 16 February 1912
