I kuyu my sword at the threshold.
Again, I love infinitely.
Before me the road winds.
Who will be held - that I will kill.
you just do not pass, my herald.
Yesterday you flashed on the mountain.
I'm afraid you do not, and sunset.
I - a blind man at the dawn of the evening.
Whether you're an angel - you do not recognize
And deadly steel kill:
I probably tea today
Resurrection of the dead in paradise.
28 December 1903