In a distant blue bedroom
Your child opochil.
Quietly climbed the little dwarf
And the clock stopped.
All, as it was. only Country
silence.
And in your window - foggy
Only the street is terrible.
If something unsaid,
What always sounds, is always…
Thread some unleashed,
combines years.
And you went, sleepily-white,
Along one of the rooms.
down, all timid,
Blue curtain window.
And then, barely visible,
A thin curtain lifted.
AND, as the time, bezrassvetnaâ,
stirring, originated mgla.
It was quiet in the far spalenke -
Blue dusk and calm,
Because that little dwarf
He keeps the pendulum arm.
4 October 1905
