Fedor Nikolaevich Glinka. (№ 296433)

Sometimes the sad man,
Lies in the chest anguish!
Then would the tears poured and the river...
But the river dried out!
No thoughts of the past, past courage
And my future
Lies like a white sheet of paper:
I think...
Oh! Who's that white sheet will be written out
And you write in it?