№•ЛБэМЪВПљ. ­э”УЇВ’ТНэќ. іљ ћУ—ВЇё БМэЪё, Бэ—ВП ЪВФВ•ё ю ЫПЛ•эњ? ‘, ФУ’В•ё, ЧЪУ ТЪ•эТЪё Н ЪВ·В ПМВ ТВ•”–В “ОУКВЪ: ХУ НЪУ Оњ·’Л ПУВИ МВ БМэО, іУЪ ·ВБЫ—эТЪМУ ФУ’ЪУ•ќО: ‰�В ФУФ•э’ЛЪТќ, ·љЪё ПУКВЪЦ АЛЇё Ъ’УИ У·ПэМ БэПВЪЛО ќ,  эН ФУКВОэО Ы·ЛЪё ЪВ·ќ, ЧЪУ· Н•У’ё Ъ’Уќ ЛБ •эМ ТУ—ЛОэТёЦ іВ·ќ Мэ’ВН ·љ ФУЪВ•ќО, №УЪќ Оњ·ЛО Л У·УКэО! ХУ БОУ·э ТЪ•эТЪЛ ФУНУ•ЛОэТёЦ ю Ы“эТэњ Т НэК”љП ”МВП, ХУ МВ ’ЛМќ ЪВ·ќ МЛ ’ —ВП. ІК ТПВ•ЪЛ Ф•В”У ПМУИ ›П·ОВПљЦ ¦•УТЪЛ ПВМќЦ ХВ Бэ·љ’эИ » Мэ ПУ“ЛОЫ У·В�эИ іљ Ф•ЛМУТЛЪё ПМВ ћ•ЛБэМЪВПљ.

Chrysanthemums. Radovshevskaia You'd like to know, why is it now That I am dying. Oh, believe My heart has swallowed my passion for you: But he who has not known my love Can only hopelessly repeat: Things will get better yet, perhaps… The moment I saw your deception I wanted right away to kill you, To see your blood flow from your wounds… But I would lose you then forever, Though you loved me and adored me! But my rage gave into passion… My fire dies with every day, But do not blame you at all. The signs of death are all before me… Forgive me… Please do not forget And at my grave please promise me To bring chrysanthemums.