I am nailed to the tavern counter.
I'm drunk for a long time. I do not care.
I won my happiness - in the top three
The smoke blown srebristy…
Flies in a troika, drowned
At times the snow, in given ages…
And only the soul overwhelmed
Srebristoy mgloy through-under horseshoe…
In the dead of darkness sparks mosque,
Sparks through the night, the night light…
Bell under the arc babbles
About tom, that happiness has passed…
And the only trappings gold
Visible all night… All night heard…
And you, soul… soul deaf…
drunk drunk… drunk drunk…
26 October 1908
