By Alexander Blok
And the hour hand turns close to midnight,
As a fair flame waved the candles.
As a dark wave raised the thoughts in mind.
Happy New Year, heart! I love you secretly,
Evenings are deaf, the streets are dumb.
I love you secretly, my dark girl-friend
Of the vicious youth, of the burned out life.
4 november 1908
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