On the day of the cold, in autumn day
I'll be back there again
Remember this breath of spring,
See the last image.
I will come - and will not pay,
remembering, I do not get burned.
The meeting was a song at random
New autumn dawn.
Evil time laws
Lulled sorrowful spirit.
past the howling, old moans
Not hear - I went out.
Most fire - blind eyes
Do not burn the dream of former.
Very day - the dark night
lulling the soul.
27 April 1901. Field of the Old Village