it's settled

Yes! It's settled! Now and for ever I have left my dear old plain. And the winged leaves of poplars will never ring and rustle above me again. Our house will sag in my absence, and my dog died a long time ago. Me, I'm fated to die with compassions in the crooked streets of Moscow, I know. I admire this city of elm-trees with decrepit buildings and homes. Golden somnolent Asian entities are reposing on temple domes. When the moonlight at night, dissipated, shines... Like hell in the dark sky of blue! I walk down the alley, dejected, to the pub for a drink, maybe, two. It's a sinister den, harsh and roaring, but in spite of it, all through the night I read poems for girls that go whoring and carouse with thieves with delight. Now I speak but my words are quite pointless, and the beat of my heart is fast: 'Just like you, I am totally worthless, and I cannot re-enter the past'. Our house will sag in my absence. And my dog died a long time ago. Me, I'm fated to die with compassions in the crooked streets of Moscow, I know.