Already the evening light streaks
On Frigid rails waning.
You, shapely, with a tight braid
I passed by a black spot ties.
Your quick glance fire tiresome
I was burned and blinded.
moment… thunder odnozvuchnыm
We divided the black train…
When slightly trembling knell
sang rails: Do not forget,
And fire green semaphore
I have a clear path, –
Since you went away,
Already lost color grass…
There's dust soared, night there came
In its vague rights…
Alarm whistle and smoke
Around the bend on the mountain…
Unnecessary moment, sailed past…
Green fire at dawn.
1 Martha 1909
