I went upstairs trail silicon,
I look forward: everything is silent,
Only source of clean away
About serene says.
My spirit is tired carried away,
Longing in my chest; I look back:
In the valleys bursting through the stone
Threatening white waterfall.
I do not know, that my spirit is troubled
And down leads to the deserted cliffs…
"Yavys, Show yourself to me, image of a cute!»
In the wild disarray I cry…
And you came: quiet power
In my breast zateplilas,
And I call to you with passion:
"Do not leave! Do not go!»
26-27 November 1898
St. Petersburg
