«Above the city, Peter had abandoned, / Rolled the bells' thunder. The waves are crashing / Over the woman you rejected. Tsar Peter and you, O, the tsar should be praised! / But above you, tsars, bells. As long as they ring from the blue — / Undisputed is the primacy of Moscow. And fort...»
«1. Oh, Muse of weeping, fairest of the Muses! / O you, chance progeny of a white night! / You send a black blizzard upon Russia, / And our screams pierce us like arrows. And we jump and emit a dull: Oh! — / Hundredthousands — swear an oath to you: Anna / Akhmatova! This name — an...»
«12. Two hands are. given to me — I extend both, / Do not hold only one, lips give names, / The eyes — cannot not see, high eyebrows above them / I gently marvel at love and — gently — dislike. That bell of the Kremlin rings heavy, / Non-stop walking goes to the chest, — / Th...»
«After a sleepless night weakens the body, / It becomes dear but not one's own — no one's, / In slow veins rage arrows / And one smiles to people, like a seraphim. A sleepless night weakens one's hands, / They become profoundly indifferent to enemy and friend. / A rainbow in every random...»