How much sadness in autumn conceiving,

      How much sorrow so secret for us

      Аnd you go by the road and you’re thinking

      Of life’s end, of this time that is last.

      Maybe you will be lonely, so lonely

      In that day when you’ll meet your decease

      And you’ll not speak some

      answer to someone

      On the brink, on last edge of abyss

      Or the death see – you’re carefull

      and peaceful

      With your kinsmen and children and wife,

      You have time, you’ll tell

      something to children,

      And five minutes will mirror your life.

      Or he’ll quasi by accident slaughter

      Kill you with his such terrible scythe,

      Last «unfi…’, it still longer will flutter

      It will flutter above after this.

      Maybe, lifetime will cease at your dreaming

      At daybreak you can’t open your eye,

      And all deeds that you

      worked with diligence

      Will not never begin by this time.

      And whatever in your lifetime happened

      You must know that your death isn’t far,

      Everytime you must complete your doing,

      You must stay, calmly stay where you are.

      Стихи пришли одновременно с болью —

      На плаче сердца строчка потекла,

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