You do not teach me how to curse…


You do not teach me how to curse,
No matter how much waste their strength!
The heart will continue to mourn
In lonely grave…

ABOUT, do not be sad: your work is useless.
No matter how jealous beysya:
Host centuries erase the generations, –
The heart may live!

Abyss - my soul; your heart
Hidden in the desert…
To the free world is my aspiration…
World near you only, goddess!

1 October 1899

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