He was welcomed everywhere
On the streets of the sleepy days.
He walked and carried his miracle,
Stumbling in a frosty shade.
He was in his silent cell,
I lit the last light,
I put the lamp fun
And a lush bouquet of lilies.
He marveled laughing,
spoke, that he was an eccentric.
He thought of the coat with fur
And again, hiding in the darkness.
Once it was carried out,
He was cheerful and happy,
And in the morning the coffin was laid,
And the priest quietly served.
October 1902
