You breathe life! ABOUT, how am i attracted to you…
I beckons to you Desire lust…
Come to your senses, Pretty, Shall not familiar
You cold light without affection and sympathy?..
In this age should hide the desire of love,
Otherwise you, like the rest, convicted…
Come to your senses, Pretty, yet in your blood
Fire and passion desires not to awaken!..
Someday we'll get together…
Not soon, may be… I look forward to moments,
When not throwing stones light empty
For every moment of happiness in the moment of delight.
May 1898
St. Petersburg
