Life is sweeter than I would l?
Not, not at all, I wanted
Only to escape from the thicket
Polusnov and mad.
But where I took the b strength,
If night charges me
Whole life together
Dreaming in Irpen?
No one will be in the house,
Besides twilight. One
Gray day in the through opening
Nezadernutыh curtains.
The flakes will fall and they will see:
Blue and the sun, quiet and smooth surface.
And we will pardon,
we will believe, live and wait.
1931
