Drafting and round smooth circle,
Above the sleepy meadow hawk circling
And looking at the deserted meadow. –
The hut mother grieves over her son:
"Ná bread, нá, ná chest, suck,
Grow, pokorstvuy, Cross nesi ".
go century, noisy war,
raises rebellion, burning villages,
Are you still the Well, me,
The weeping beauty and ancient. –
As long as the mother grieve?
Until vulture circling?
22 Martha 1916
