And bored and sad, and no one to hand file
In a moment of spiritual adversity ...
desires!.. What profit is vain and always wish?..
But the years pass - all the best years!
Love ... But who is?.. At the time - not worth the trouble,
And it is impossible to love forever.
In itself there will glance? - there is no trace of the past:
And the joy, and flour, All trivial ...
passions? - For sooner or later their sweet ailment
Disappear when the word of reason;
And life, as a look around the cold attentively, –
So empty and stupid joke ...
