blue mist. Snegovoe razdolьe,
Thin lemon moonlight.
Nice heart with a gentle pain
Something to remember from an early age.
Snow on the porch as the sand quicksand.
Here at the same moon without words,
Hat of a cat on his forehead jammed,
I secretly left his father's wood.
I went back to the edge of my dear.
Who remembers me? who forgot?
I'm sad, as a wanderer driven, –
Old master of his hut.
Silently I crumple a new hat,
I do not like sable.
I remembered my grandfather, I remembered the grandmother,
I remembered the cemetery loose snow.
everything calmed down, everything will be there,
Both in this life Raday not Raday, –
That's why so I am drawn to people,
That's why people love so much.
That's why I almost almost cried
AND, smiling, heart goes out, –
This cottage on the porch with the dog
As if I see the last time.
24 September 1925