so elated, so definitely
The princess sang about spring.
And I said,: "Look, tsarevna,
You'll cry for me '.
But my hands fell on the shoulders,
And sounded: "Not. forgive.
Take your sword. Get ready for cross sections.
I will keep you on the road.
Go, go, return young
And true to his duty.
I will keep my ice and cold,
I locked up, in a crystal teremu.
And it will be a joy to gaze long,
And quietly protekut year.
Around the castle is a perpetual rustling,
In the moat - clear water…
Yes, I'm ready for a late meeting,
Towards the hands stretch
You, carrying out Sech
At the spearhead - Spring ".
Dahl lowered blue curtain
Above the castle, Tower and you.
forgive, tsarevna. My path is long.
I go for the fiery spring.
October 1906
