Henrik Ibsen. (№ 285061)

When I went to school
was brave until just then,
as long as the fun day
do not Merk in the tops of the mountains.
But only the shadows of the night
lay on the fields,
terrible vision
crowded around me.
Now the trouble is different:
nice to me the night shade,
but the courage I'm losing
with the dawn of every day.
now day trolls
and noise of life horror
I fear a sharp pain
permeate the chest.