Anna Akhmatova
- After the wind and the frost in the yard..., by Andrey Kneller
- Delightful, after all the wind and frost..., by Graham J. Harrison
«Some nights, as soon as I lie down, / I'm back in Russia in my dream; / My hands behind my back are bound / They're taking me to the ravine. Then I wake up, and from the chair — / Where my wrist watch always lies — / Its glowing face through darkness stares, / Like a gun muzzle in m...»
«Let me go; set me free of my shackles! / In the dark, when commotion subsides, / I'm dying; I'm drained by the battles / Within dreams of you, flowing like tides. Let the ones who at will have abandoned / Their motherland wail and complain, / They're on top; I've already descended — / ...»
«Blessed be nights; their solitude evokes / Quiet talks to you through wisps of smoke. Many stars look down, big and small, / And a lonely mouse rustles by the wall. In my chest, I touch a tender bone / Motherland, it's yours and yours alone. In your air I'm still immersed, / I exhale it i...»
«At twilight, we stood by the pier / I said, "See that swift in the sky? / As long as you live, will you ever / Forget how it whirled in its flight?" You said: "I'll remember forever!" / And then we both burst into tears, / And love, like a wounded bird cried… / At twilight, right ther...»