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
«Look, outside my window the vine is spreading so fast it / almost blocks out the light. Dark, picturesque green now / covers up half of the panes. And amidst the foliage a bunch of / seemingly carefully-placed grapes has started to turn / yellow... Hands off, sweetest! Why this rage for dest...»
«I’ll say nothing whatever to you, / I’ll not trouble you with it one bit, / And of thoughts harped upon all day through, / I don’t dare give the tiniest hint. All day sleeping, the night flowers curl, / But when dusk past the grove drops and looms, / In soft silence the leaves all u...»
«Whispering and timid breathings, / Nightingale's soft trill, / Silvery and rippling motion / Of the drowsy rill, Nightime radiance, nightime shadows, / Shadows' endless dance, / Magic sequences transforming / Love's dear countenance, ...»
«Amid the virgin maples and the weeping birches / Upon those arrogant pines to gaze I cannot brook; / The flocks of my sweet living daydreams they disturb, / Hateful to me their sober look. Amid the gathering of their reborn neighbours / It's they alone that stir not, whisper not, nor sigh, ...»