He's gone away, but she was smiling.
And it was not because that's right.
She was afraid of silly crying
She wished to break into the sky…
She was afraid to cry :"Oh! Dear!
Don't go away! Please, stay with me!
I've no aim to living here
Without you! Oh! Can't you see?"
He closed the door without saying
A little word about love.
She turned to window, growing pale,
And bitter tears stopped her laugh.
She turned to window, keeping silence,
And leaned against window - sill.
And she was whispering "Good Heavens!
I wish him feelings that I feel"
Her poor soul was having rest
Because with every drop of blood
She felt an lightness, she felt less
Offensive pain from loss of love.