1
I loved the sweet words.
I sought mysterious inflorescences.
AND, prozrevayushtiy only,
still noisy, both kids games.
But leaving in the morning in a meadow,
Solid muffled chants,
I knew thee, my eternal friend,
You, keeper Virgo.
I knew, thoughtful poet,
That no one did not know the genius
such freedom, as a vow
My slave Ministries.
18 October 1902
2
Silent ghost teremu,
I - a black slave cursed blood.
I follow gloom
In its unspoilt alcove.
I guarded her keys
And with it there, invisible,
When skreschayutsya swords
For beauty is unattainable.
My voice deaf, my hair ETS.
Features terribly motionless.
With me all my life - one covenant:
Testament ministry Nepostizhnoy.
18 October 1902
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* worship (lat.).
