Anna Akhmatova
- Did not scold me, did not praise me..., by Ilya Shambat
- He didn’t glorify or scold me..., by Andrey Kneller
«“Confess to me, what’s wrong. You’re in dejection.” / — I love, my friend! - “Which lady holds you captive?” / — She does. — “Glisera? Chloe? Lila’s so attractive!” / — O, no! — “To whom do you submit your soul’s affection?” / — To her! — “You’...»
«The lies of fame and love’s resolve / Have vanished now without a trace, / Our youthful passions have dissolved / As though a dream or morning haze. / Yet, still, we’re burning with desire, / And with impatience in our souls, / Beneath the yoke of strength and fire, / We hark our c...»
«Lily, Lily! I am sighing / With despair and hopeless woe. / I am tortured, I am dying, / And my soul has lost its glow, / But my love evoked no pity: / You consider me pathetic. / Keep on laughing: you are pretty / Even when unsympathetic. »
«Why feed the early signs of boredom / With sinister and dismal thought, / And wait for separation, burdened / With sorrow, lonesome and distraught? / The day of grief is close at hand! / You’ll stand, alone, out in the sun, / And try to bring back once again / These days, but they wi...»