You eagerly waiting. Your name,
But I did not recognize the voice.
The hearth is cold, you shelter -
native prairie. Only in it you - at home.
There - vechereyuschaya distance,
mists, ghosts, visions,
Me - worry and sadness,
You - peace and reconciliation.
ABOUT, I was miserable in front of you!
All embrace, all know,
You want to own one,
But I can not and do not know how!
22 November 1901
