Anna Akhmatova
- Beneath this bare home’s frozen roof..., by Andrey Kneller
- I do not count mortal days..., by Ilya Shambat
Anna Achmatowa (deutsch)
- In der leeren Wohnstatt unter dem frostigen Dach..., Eric Boerner
«A girl was singing in the church choir / About all ships that have gone to the sea, / About people joyless and tired / Who left long ago and never were seen. Her voice was flying right to the dome, / And on her white shoulder the ray did beam, / And everyone looked and listened from / T...»
«Those, born in the'times quiet and drear / Cannot recall their gloomy trail. / We, sons of desperate Russia's years, / Remember every fine detail. The years of hopes and despair, / Madness and terror! Some ruby sheen, / Of war and freedom bloody flare, / In our eyes is clearly s...»
«We'll be buried and modest grave mounds / Will be soon overgrown with grass, / Nothing but the remote vague sounds / Of the rains there above 'll bother us. No questions, no answers, we got 'em, / And awaken from lazy grave dream / We're aware, if 'tis quiet, then it's autumn, / ...»
«Why, pretty gal, are you hexing about / With eyes and shoulders, in turn? / Thus you'll excite even me, no doubt, / Though, I don't feel concern. Yet, for this dangerous game men stay ready, / Many you will captivate / Until you turn from a passionate lady / Into good ...»