He returned at midnight. Until morning
Approach to the blue windows of the hall.
where was? - She left and did not say.
Do I have to go?
I wander restlessly about the room…
These windows have a hint.
These doors are throwing me all night
Squeak, shadow, may be, reproach?..
Tomorrow I will go to him at that time,
As she comes to see me cry.
Omit whitening shade,
Curtained canopy bed.
lie, robkyy, smiling MIGU,
And one, last tasted bread,
Zaglyazhus in mysterious book
9 October 1903