The snowy spring is so angry.
I take eyes off the book on knees...
O, that's the awful hour, when she,
Guessing at the hand of Tsuniga,
Darted her glance onto Khoze!
The eyes were lit with mockery,
The row of her pearl teeth shined -
And I forgot all days and nights,
The heart was overfilled with blood,
Washing the memory of the native country...
The voice sang: life will be your price
For my tremendous love!...
18 march 1914