{russian text}  

All is so familiar and clear,
My eye accustomed to every turn;
There's no mistake - I am at home;
The wallpaper flowers, the chains of books...

I don't disturb yesterday's ashesя
The fire here has long gone cold.
Like a snake surveying its shed skin,
I gaze upon what I was.

Though many hymns remain unsung
And many blessings unbestowed,
I sense the glint of a new world,
A chance for new perfection!

I am drawn to unknown heights
To the mountain chorus of spring,
And these letters from a woman
Lie in a cold, lifeless pile!

Dewdrops shine like eyes in the sun,
As if everything were splashed with silver...
My staff awaits me at the door!
I am coming! I am coming alone!