Covered sweet shadow.
Anthony already kissed the dead lips,
Already on the lap before Augustus tears lila ...
And his servants. Winning pipe rattle
Under the Roman eagle, and evening darkness creeps.
And the last part of her beauty captivated,
Tall and handsome, and whispering in confusion he:
"You - as a slave ... in triumph sends before him ..."
But Swan neck still calm slope.
And tomorrow zakuyut children. ABOUT, how little is left
S business in the world - even to joke with the guy
And a black snake, like a farewell pity,
On the swarthy breast indifferent hand to put.
7 February 1940