We traveled with him through the city.
From the windows of sleepy people looked.
I went ahead; a rear - Himself,
Pervading and is close to the target.
I was afraid of my involuntary forces,
He directed my steps spellbound.
Sometimes a passerby closely held
And secretly I shuddered, embarrassed…
We saw on Black City,
AND, sleepy, trustingly looked:
I went ahead; but behind - Himself,
like me. But - close to the target.
February 1902
