All is lost now

Masha Vasilisa Morozova
All is lost now -
Blue wire goes
From the pillar to the pillar,
Anxiety and abuse
On behalf of the
The hut has ceased,
Before the frenzied ardor
I was cold for half an hour walking,
And now - the rounded colander
With the handle in the bend of the hump.
No trembling handwriting with address,
White linen,
There is no kerchief stained with cranberries,
Tell me what's sick,
A wooden knock in the bucket
From a dry log,
Unexpected terrible guess,
What's in the house alone.