............... I will hide it,
love, fun pet gentle;
Around his deep sleep
And the coldness of the grave serene ...
He loved the game of our maids,
When the spring in the shade
They circled on the loose;
But now in a frisky dance
I do not hear much of its chorus.
How long has admired elders
His cheerfulness alive,
A half smile
And they said among themselves:
“And we loved the dances,
They shone in our minds;
but wait a minute: prispeyut years,
And it will, that we now;
How do we, Guest of peace playful,
You postynet white light;
Now playing ...” But elders are alive,
But he faded in the prime of life,
And without friends feast,
Others too love having;
infrequently, rare Names
It told of young girls.
Of cute women, his loved,
One may be tears pouring
And the memory of the joys of deceased
Habitual dumoyu calls ...
For what?…
Above the clear waters
Tombs of the Peace family
Under tilted crosses
Concealed in a grove of century-old.
There, on the edge of a highway,
Where the old linden noise,
Forgetting heart trouble,
Our poor boy is ...
In vain shines a ray of the morning star,
Or walk a month amid the heavens,
And round the senseless tomb
Creek babbles and whispers forest:
In vain the morning for raspberries
By the brook beauty with a basket
And is the key in the cold
Fearful foot down:
Nothing he does not cause
From the peaceful seni coffin ...
