Estele Oscore
Listen, listen to these lines. They were devoted to you.

They certainty about love, about love for which it was not pity to spend forces...

As on a field brought up with love...

Also there were sufferings...

As losses...

And as if as the candle will burn up to the end or forever will die aout...

Also let to touch last time...

A embraces..,

To kiss...

Let though the droplet of tear will fall to me on a plam,

Having left only memories and ashes...

And I shall like, and there is nothing to regret...

I mean shall breathe and live!..