Book: Novice

But the days are fleeing, fleeing of the year
They do not soltisa ever!

But in vain, I was arguing with fate:
She laughed at me!

I'm young, young... did you Know
Riotous youth dreams?
Or didn't know or forgot.
As hated and loved?
Let now a lovely light
You postal: you're weak, you're gray,
And desires you have.
What is the need? You lived, man!
You are in the world what to forget,
You lived, I could also live!

Man! I've heard many times,
What are you me from death to save, -
Why?

But, trust me, help human
I didn't want to... I was a stranger
For them forever, like a beast of the steppe;
And if even a momentary cry
Cheated on me - I swear, man,
I'd chose my language is weak.

Alas! for a few minutes
Between the abrupt and dark rocks,
Where am I childish played
I used heaven and eternity exchanged...

All I felt then
The thoughts - it really does not track;
But I would want them to share
To live, even mentally, again.

I lived a little, and lived in captivity.
These two lives for one,
But only a full alarm
I would exchange if I could.