All day - vanity graves.
In the bluish smoke of incense
Unknown wandered dejectedly,
But opened - only to me alone.
Not the first time I met with him.
He - and the strange faceless stranger,
would have trembled before him all,
To me - the joy of a pale corpse.
Hazy specter stood before me
In sinevatom kurenyi Kadin.
He owns the mine heart,
He then came after me.
January 1902
