A petal fell on my table.
The clouds were running, the last dark lightning growled out.
Faded pale petal. . .
I stared at it, remembered the flowers, but I didn't recall the name of the flower from which it broke away.
— If only to gather together your girlfriends, the same ones blown away by the wind. . .
The petal curled up, darkened.
'To-morrow you will be gone,' and I caressed and squeezed it, and inhaled the vanishing scent.
And then suddenly I recalled.
A tenacious pain crawled through my heart and went into the depth of the blood.
— Why remind? You are the last, why remind!
So I tore it apart with a kiss.
1903
transl. by Ed. Labintzeff
Flower Petal by A. M. Remizov
© Copyright: Эдвард Лабынцев, 2023
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