Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev. (№ 337694)

Near the port, shouting in unison
The sailors, demanding wine,
But over Istanbul and on the Bosphorus
Flashed the full moon.
Tonight at the bottom of the Bay
Throw unfaithful wife,
His wife was too beautiful
And resembled the moon.
She loved their dreams,
The gazebo in the thicket of reeds,
Gadaldi of old women and fortune-telling,
And everything that is not loved Pasha.
Father is sad, but understands
And whispers to her husband: "well, it's time?"
But his eyes are stubborn not raised
Dreams of a younger sister:
- Many, many in remote bays
Lies lovers others
Woven, languid and silent...
What a joy to be among them!