Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev. (№ 306995)

Sacred float and melt the night
Sweeping epic days
And death I look in the eyes,
Green wisps.
It is everywhere - in the glow of a fire,
And in the darkness, unexpected and close,
Some on horseback Hungarian hussar,
And then with a Tyrolean gun hand.
But the beauty lives in the clear consciousness,
What is so fragile fetters of being,
As if feminine of all the universe,
And I control it entirely.