dust, twilight springtime…

Dozhdeshsya eh eventide
Again and desire, and boats,
Paddles and fire across the river?
Fet

dust, twilight springtime,
Frigid waves at his feet,
In the heart - hope unearthly,
Waves run on sand.

response, song distant,
But the difference - I can not.
Crying lonely soul
There, on the other side.

Secret of my only weapon is made,
Thou are calling away?
Boat dives, swinging,
Something runs along the river.

In the heart - hope unearthly,
Someone has to meet - run…
reflections, twilight springtime,
Hits on the other side.

16 August 1901

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