Begushchaya po volnam

«Rano ili pozdno, pod starost' ili v rascvete let, Nesbyvsheesya zovet nas, i my oglyadyvaemsya, starayas' ponyat', otkuda priletel zov. Togda, ochnuvshis' sredi svoego mira, tyagostno spohvatyas' i dorozha kazhdym dnyom, vsmatrivaemsya my v zhizn', vsem sushchestvom starayas' razglyadet', ne nachinaet li sbyvat'sya Nesbyvsheesya? Ne yasen li ego obraz? Ne nuzhno li teper' tol'ko protyanut' ruku, chtoby skhvatit' i uderzhat' ego slabo mel'kayushchie cherty?»