soothing, and wonderful,
And the strange mystery povit
For our lives formidable
His great dream.
Ghostly mists sweet -
They reflect the Great Light,
And severe puzzles
Find a stout response -
In one ray, fog crashed,
The one hope of gold,
The warm heart - to win
I shade, and dusk grobovoj.
6 Martha 1902
St. Petersburg
