There was one flower,
Fragrant, incomparable…
Жуковский
I strive for luxury will,
I rush to the beautiful side,
Where a wide open field
Good, in marvelous dream.
There bloom and lush clover
And innocent cornflower,
Ever heard the rustle of light:
colossus klonit… Way far!
There alone in the ocean,
Tends only one grass…
You can not see it, in a fog,
I saw - and pluck!
7 August 1898
