again, flashing cup of wine,
You have settled in the heart of fear
His innocent smile
In tyazhelozmeynyh hair.
I tripped in the dark Jets
Again, breathe, not loving,
Forgotten dream of kissing,
About snowstorm circle round you.
And you laugh a marvelous laugh,
Zmeishsya in the bowl golden,
And on your sable fur
The wind blue.
And how, Looking to live stream,
Do not see yourself in the crown?
Your not remember kissing
On the face zaprokinutom?
29 December 1906
