I remember that wonderful moment when you appeared in front of me, like a fleeting fantasy, like a pure and beautiful angel. In the torment of hopeless sorrow, in the trouble of noisy and flashy life, your gentle voice has been ringing in my ears for a long time, and I still see your lovely figure in my sleep. Many years have passed, and the stormy smile has dispersed the dreams of the past, so I have forgotten your gentle voice and your fairy-like figure. In the remote countryside, in the gloomy life of imprisonment, my days passed quietly, without a devoted person, no inspiration to try, no tears, no life, no love. Now the soul is awakened by boiling water: now you appear before me again, like a fleeting phantom, like a fairy of pure beauty. My heart jumps in ecstasy, and everything in my heart wakes up again. There is a beloved person, there is inspiration for poetry, there is life, there are tears, and there is love.