They have long tormented me:
In the midst of the virgin dreams
they missed, and not live,
And crushed white flowers.
And now - in the dining rooms and living rooms,
Over a pile of glasses, give, old women,
The boredom of their lunches chinnyh -
Electric light went out.
To make something, light candles,
On their faces - yellow circles,
Hiss parchment speech,
The hard-brains.
So - resents all, that sated,
Longs satiety important womb:
After all, overturned trough,
Disturbed their rotten barn!
Now they fell meager lot:
Their home is worth neosveschen,
And burn them to the hearing pleas for bread
And the red banners of others laugh!
Let survive a century habitually -
We wish to destroy their satiety.
Only pure children - indecent
Their old boredom emulate.
10 November 1905
