…”but there is an ice rink”…
Letter 17 January 1910 g.
rink melted… do not delight
During winter wheels in tissue knock.
Soul of spring is not necessary
And sorry for the winter to tears.
Winter sadness was united…
Suddenly, a new image will rise… Whose?
the human soul – the same ldyna
And just melts from the rays.
Let the yellow buttercups hill!
Let swept snowflake petal!
– Soul whimsical country road
Like a dream melted ice rink…