Do not understand people Besskorbnaya
these masks, Laughter in the window.
I am at the crossroads deserted.
Fun - I do not need!
ABOUT, strangely sweet napevы…
They seem so clear!
And here is the pale virgin
We have prepared the path of spring.
They know, I not known,
But now sings only one…
I followed her - a burning trail -
All night long, all night - the window!
10 February 1902
