In those years, the chaste
I understood the secret meaning of life,
fan of yours, freedom of the child,
How do you, Far strict atmosphere.
Or the years passed,
What am I, freedom Razlyubi,
I look in the coming sadness
and the number of, I reckon without you?
Well! Let passed oblivion -
Not in this life meaning!
I did not reach reconciliation,
You would not understand cursed Numbers!
15 November 1900
