Semyon Yakovlevich Nadson. (№ 261118)

Patients in our days, in the days of trouble and doubt,
When it is so cold and ghastly in the chest,
You don't need the crowd, unbelieving genius
The prophet of doom, threatening to come.
The truth is you let your words inspire,
Let us outcome, do not believe, but shut up...
And so your night around dusk looming,
And so extinguishes the last rays of the day...
Let another prophet, the prophet may be false,
But just believe us songs of thunder,
Let him cheat, elegant and beautiful
Although for a brief moment our hearts will revive...