In this gray summer evening,
Near poor housing,
For you languishing breeze,
Chernookaya my!
You are in the public steppes walked,
I am waiting for the star,
Without waiting, hugging
Willow twigs near the water?
I stopped loving you and threw,
Know - I took, what he wanted,
He threw, He threw a pair of oars,
affect, not sing…
L long mournful song
You are waiting on the shore,
And a river pouring
Soul-storm betrayed?
25 June 1907
