By Sasha Chorny
Fog so lively, fog so cloudy,
Densely smeared the window glass –
While I merely wash my face!
The faucet’s acting devilish, the faucet –
While I press the cloth to my cheeks
And smile.
Greetings, my day; Oh, my little gray day!
Do many such as you remain?
I'll live through it all!
Laziness, boredom, laziness, rage,
Things that were daringly thrown by me; tossed through the window pane.
And will be summoned again come the evening...
- 1910