- We go! - the wanderer because they have changed over has told:
The guide was, it appears, he!
But the traveller exactly did not know anything about small town, did not assume in, it
To come to be, though has started now something to recollect - to it was what to recollect,
Start up does it while they pace an overgrown footpath, crossing
Ancient country churchyard with its fertile cool... Here gone to pieces
Brick arch, and behind it suddenly as the mirage, has arisen ahead the long-awaited
x x x
The city has arisen ahead, and the wanderer looked at it linkuja: a way
At last all is passed!
For the first time it could capture a sight from hill height perepletene for a long time
Familiar short small streets, they saw distinctly, as on an engraving,
The town halls headed by a prickly turret and cathedral belltower. The tower was
It is surrounded by a curl of a smoke from a chimney - a sign on execution by nobody of the data
The world and cosiness!. All cities had to remain such: each house -
Beehive of one family. The City-village... But whether it was necessary to build up then all
Surface of the earth cities?
From all thoughts which have been carried by, in a head, has remained for a diary only
This that, certainly, extremely essentially. It is a pity, not to learn, what were
Others. The wanderer, marks only their singularity, risky fancifulness,
Record begla also is muffled... But, maybe, we know it? Perhaps, we it
We know too even well? We will think, whether there is no at us a way to investigate and that,
That remains absolutely unknown!.