bless all the, what happened,
I was not looking for a better life.
ABOUT, a heart, how much you loved!
ABOUT, mind, how much you burned!
Albeit happiness and flour
Their bitter trace,
But in a passionate storm, in the long boredom -
I have not lost my former light.
And you, whom I tormented,
Forgive me. To be - together.
everything, but not so short,
I learned in your appearance.
My eye on,
And my heart beats, worrying, in the chest,
In the cold dark snowy night
His righteous way.
15 January 1912
