Anna Akhmatova
- A Lady and Her Maid, by Seraphina Powell
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Isn’t it sad when things are forgotten? /
Everyone mourns for something lost, /
for the dreams we dreamed in the springtime of life, /
shattered ...
- Alisa, by Andrey Kneller
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She longs for the forgotten moment /
Of the springtime dream so sweet, /
Like Perrette pines for the golden /
Pitcher shattered at her feet.....