Anna Akhmatova
- He was jealous, and anxious, and tender..., by Andrey Kneller
- He was jealous, fearful and tender..., by Ilya Shambat
«Hey, you sharp little con men! / The wind is in your head. / In Pugachovian sheepskins / Down Moscow’s streets I tread. / It wasn’t for this we had / The great truth on our side, / So in sables and trotters / All these mockers could ride. / It wasn’t for this the foe / Poured...»
«Once again, once again, / I’m for you / A star. / Woe to the sailor who sets / His ship on a wrong course / By a star: / He will break up on the rocks, On an underwater sandbar. / Woe then to you when you set / Your heart on a wrong course by me: / You will break up on the rocks...»
«Only we, blasting your three years of war / Through one swirl of the terrible trumpet, / Sing and shout, sing and shout, / Drunk with the charm of the truth / That the Government of the Terrestrial Globe / Has come into existence: / It is We. / Only we have fixed to our foreheads / T...»
«I was walking along an unfamiliar street, / And suddenly heard a cawing of crows, / And resonant lutes, and distant rumbling, / — Before me a streetcar flew. How I leapt to its platform / Was a riddle to me, / Even in the light of day / It left a fiery trail in the air. Rushing ahead...»