lonely, I come to you,
Enchanted by the lights of love.
you wonder. - I do not call. –
I myself long ago to tell fortunes.
From the heavy burden of years
I escaped a divination,
Again witch over you,
But vague and embarrassed require it.
Vorozhboy polonennыe Days
I cherish the year, - Do not call…
Only a short eh lights go out
Enchanted dark love?
1 June 1901. WITH. Shakhmatovo
