Anna Akhmatova
- He was jealous, and anxious, and tender..., by Andrey Kneller
- He was jealous, fearful and tender..., by Ilya Shambat
«The river spreads out. It flows, sorrowful, lazy / And washes the banks. / Above the bare clay of the yellow cliff / Haystacks languish on the steppe. O my Rus! My wife! Our long path / Is painfully clear! / Our path has pierced our breast like an arrow / Of ancient Tatar will. Our pat...»
«Above the restaurants in the evenings / The sultry air is wild and still, / And the decaying breath of spring / Drives drunken shouting. Above the dusty distant lanes / The boredom of summer homes, / The baker's gold sign barely shines / And a child's crying rings out. Each night, beyo...»
«Night, street, lamp, drugstore, / A dull and meaningless light. / Go on and live another quarter century - / Nothing will change. There's no way out. You'll die, then start from the beginning, / It will repeat, just like before: / Night, icy ripples on a canal, / Drugstore, street, lam...»
«"Oh, yes, love is free as a bird," / But all the same I am yours! / And all the same I will dream / Of your figure, all aflame! The ravening strength of your fine hands, / Your eyes saddened by betrayal / Are all the madness of my vain passion, / Are all my nights, Carmen! Of you I wil...»