“Left me, Wolf.”Left me, Wolf.I fed him cabbage.Seen this vegetable delicious,it is seen to eat, he could not. The wolf moved away from me.How much of a beast nor feed,for him Nature nettrace thick belt. He went to the far woods where there are trees of a thousand.And built there a home,and, satisfied, climbed. And then looks around,and inside the house —empty.Where are you,my cabbage?Where are you,my faithful friend? Night Wolf sitting on a stump,the moon melancholy howling See,is there peace to him.Seen remembers me.