a dried flower, bezuhannыy,
Forgotten in the book I see;
And now the country of dreams
My soul was filled with:
where blossomed? when? a spring?
For a long time eh blossomed? and ripped someone,
foreign, I am familiar with his hand?
And why put here?
In memory of gentle eh Goodbye,
Separation or fatal,
Or lonely festivities
In the quiet fields, in the shade of the forest?
And you alive Toth, and so he lives?
And now where their corner?
Or have they withered,
As this unknown flower?
