I remember long flour:
Night burning out the window;
Her cocked arm
A little ray of glimmer in the afternoon.
Entire life, unnecessary izzhitaya,
attempt, unižala, GLA;
And there, like a ghost increasing,
The day marked the dome;
And under the window frequent
Passers quick steps;
And in the gray puddles diverged
Under the rain drops circles;
And the morning lasted, It lasted, It lasted…
And burdened by idle question;
And nothing was resolved
Spring rain stormy tears.
4 Martha 1908
