Anna Akhmatova
- Do not crumble my letter, my angel..., by Andrey Kneller
Anna Achmatowa (deutsch)
- Zerknülle nicht den Brief, den ich dir schrieb..., Eric Boerner
Anna Akhmatova (Tiếng Việt)
- Xin đừng vò nát thư em..., Nguyễn Văn Nhàn
«Siitä pidän, ettet ole minuun sairastunut, / siitä, etten minä sinuun, / ja siitä, ettei jalkojemme alta / liu’u vakaa maa. / Siitä pidän, että voin olla naurettava / ja kuriton, etten leiki sanoilla, / ettei se tukahduttava aalto / kun hihamme hipaisevat toisiaan / saa min...»
«Cool Water gurgles in the river / and the mountains’ shadow lies on the fields / and light fades in the sky. And birds / are already flying in dreams. / And the yardman with the black moustache / stands all night by the gate / and under his dirty hat he scratches / the back of his he...»
«My talent is pitiful, my voice not loud, / but I am living; somewhere in the world / someone looks kindly on my life; far off / a distant fellow-man will read my words / and find my being; and, who knows, my soul / will raise an echo in his soul, and I / who found a friend in my own time...»
«This is how hunger begins: / first you wake in good cheer, / then weakness begins, / and then boredom, / and then comes the losss / of the power of swift reason / and then comes calm — / and then the horror.»