Outside the city in the spring air fields breathes.
I go and tremble in a harbinger of fire.
There, I know, front - sea swell stirs
Breath dusk - and torments me.
I remember: far - noise, rustles capital.
There, in the twilight of spring, irrepressible heat.
ABOUT, meager heart! How hopeless person!
Do not know the spring grieve over himself.
And here, as the memory of the great years of the innocent and,
From dusk of the dawn - unknown faces
Broadcast system life and eternity lights…
Forget the noise of a distant. It appears to me without anger,
sunset, mysterious Maiden.
And tomorrow and yesterday fire unite.
12 July 1901
