3
I met the wrong entrance:
She dropped her handkerchief - and one.
no one. Only the night and freedom.
Just terrible silence stands.
I told her incoherent speech.
Revealed to her all the secrets of the people,
No one spoke about a meeting,
That she whispered: take…
But it is an elusive bird
Flew in bad weather and darkness,
Where he hoisted the purple fire
Festive flag sleepy.
And light house, anxiously,
I was left alone with the darkness.
The impossible possible,
But the best - it was a dream.
23 October 1907
4
I turn from execution to execution
Wide strip of fire.
You just impossible to tease,
Unthinkable tomish me…
And I, as the dark servant, I do not dare
In the fire and darkness to drown.
I'm just a timid shadow veyu,
Not daring to look up at the sky…
like the wind, you kiss greedily,
As autumn, train rustling,
Food in temnitse bezotradnoy,
Me, as a poor child…
Mad slave and submissive
Until the time of the study to, and forward
Under this gaze, too black
In my burning delirium…
Only in the morning I dare to leave
Your high porch,
At night, drowning in the folds of her dress
My mad face…
Only in the morning crows throw
his hops, his dream, his dream…
And at night again - I know, I know
Your earthly beauty!
That being dispassionate? What - winged?
Sto raz ʙicuj ukori,
To be only for a moment cursed
With you - on fire the night of the dawn!
October 1907
