**Once in the dreary hour of midnight I searched for the foundations of a solid For their dreams - in the wilds of philosophical work. Exhausted by empty work, I droop, drowsy, Suddenly, someone knocked softly. As if he knocked on the door ... Yes, yes! "That's right, guest," I muttered, "the guest is knocking at the door. Yes, yes! A guest has come here." I remember that night to this day, the night of the December haze and coldness, - The firebrands smoldered in the fireplace, flashing sometimes ... I longed for the dawn; there was no answer in the books, How will this longing reconcile about the departed forever, What was called Linor, now - in the host of stars forever Nameless star.** - Upscaled by <@396887774474534912> (fast)
Once in the dreary hour of midnight I searched for the foundations of a solid For their dreams  in the wilds of philosophical work. Exhausted by empty work, I droop, drowsy, Suddenly, someone knocked softly. As if he knocked on the door ... Yes, yes Thats right, guest, I muttered, the guest is knocking at the door. Yes, yes A guest has come here. I remember that night to this day, the night of the December haze and coldness,  The firebrands smoldered in the fireplace, flashing sometimes ... I longed for the dawn there was no answer in the books, How will this longing reconcile about the departed forever, What was called Linor, now  in the host of stars forever Nameless star.