Andrei Bely
I ran and stumbled,
bleeds, beat
on the rocks, up,
I prayed on the run again.
And suddenly it blew cold.
Ahead blushing dawn.
Someone is ringing, we cry hammer
Erected pillars of the altar.
On the dash horizon frightening,
Where she died suddenly the earth,
I fancied you - dying,
Bleeding, like me.
Is it possible that you are retreating?
Have I become lonely?
Or you, ispytuya, blink,
If in the bloody handkerchief?
ABOUT, I saw it, unhappy,
I saw a red handkerchief fields…
Is Dawn threw his red cry?
In burst if I thought of her?
That - the dawn of endless cold,
That gave me a sweet hint…
That scattered red gold,
Spread a bloody handkerchief.
From fire your soul shackled
And the universal dream betrayed.
Exorbitant dream excited -
Guess Her Names.
18 October 1903
