Alexander Dobrolyubov. (№ 402254)

It ended because it was winter. It ended because tired wings.
Bitter, strange delusion! Funny bewilderment of a child!
They think it is eternal. They believe in its immortality.
Bitter, strange delusion! Funny bewilderment of a child!
I came to Wake you. I didn't come to call you.
Heavy gravestone. Even heavier the eyelids of the deceased.
You know that wither of the young birch. You know that the dried leaves are whispering with the wind.
Heavy gravestone. Even heavier the eyelids of the deceased.