The cheese night fog
All forest, yes forest, yes forest…
In the dead of cheese weeds
Fire flashed - disappeared…
Again he flashed in the fog,
And it seemed to me:
cellar, window, geranium
Redden on the window…
The cheese night fog
A red glitter fire,
On red geranium
Make It horse.
And I see: in the light of red
Cabin in the weeds had grown,
unknown accident
bylem overgrown…
And sweet in the eyes looked
unknown fire,
And over the weeds pryanul
Scared my horse…
"ABOUT, friend, here you will not be intact,
Hurry away from here!
Get there - forget everything,
Forget - kanesh night!
In the fog, yes buryyane,
old lady, - sell Christ
For greedy geranium,
For scarlet lips!»
December 1912
