There, howling in the night frost,
In the stars I found the ring.
Here the person emerges from lace,
It arises from lace face.
Here it float blizzard trills,
Star light train dragging,
And soaring tambourine snowstorm,
Bells jingling appealingly.
With a light crack fanned out, –
Brother, that means - do not drink and do not eat!
But in the eyes, facing north,
I'm cold - burning news…
And over instantly coiling coverings,
All the stars shrouded blizzards,
You swam in the darkness of the snow,
My friend from the beginning of the hidden.
August 1905
