the last meeting of the song

So helpless breast grew cold,
But my steps were light.
I put on the right hand
Glove with left hand.

thought, many steps,
And I know - there are only three!
Between autumn maples whisper
I asked: “With mnoю Die!

I cheated my dull,
fickle, evil fate”.
I answered: “Sweet, nice!
And me too. I die with you…”

This song is the last meeting.
I looked at the dark house.
Only in the bedroom candles burning
Indifferent yellow flame.

29 September 1911
Tsarskoye Selo

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