I can't sleep. Light a candle? Only there are no matches. The whole world is silent, and I am silent, I gaze at the lunar light. And think: how many eyes In just this same silence, At such a quiet, clear hour Are trained on the moon. How tedious it must be to swim Above our heads, To coat strange windows with silver And to see so many eyes. A century ahead, a century back, But in the world all is the same- Dogs bark, and dreamers Gaze out the window. G. Ivanov - 1931.