I entrust this book wind
And counter cranes.
Once upon a time - to shout separation -
I voice cracked.
I have this book, like a bottle in the waves,
Throw in vortex wars.
Let it travels - a holiday candle -
Here are tak: of Hand in Hand.
About the wind, wind, faithful my witness,
Until cute heard,
That every night I dream accomplished
Path - from North to South.
Moscow, February 1920
