A whole year has not trembled window,
Not ringing a heavy door;
All was forgotten - forgotten for a long time,
And she is now opened.
vanity, hastily crossing himself…
They took out a silver coffin…
And the old woman, holding the handle,
I stumbled on a snowdrift.
Indifferent faces of the crowd,
Nosy neighbors raid…
And all around trodden trails,
Defiling chaste snow.
But, lying down in the snow bed,
I heard the prisoner in a coffin,
As far I sang snowstorm,
By raising pipe skies.
6 January 1903