Anna Akhmatova
- All promised him to me..., by Ilya Shambat
- He was promised to me by it all..., by Andrey Kneller
«From a Wayfarer's Letters II I have treated my heart with a ruthless abandon / In poetry, in friendship, in grief and in passion. / Forgive me, my darling. Let bygones be bygones. / I suffer. Yet all this is joy in its fashion. / / And even my black fits of burning depression, / The s...»
«From a Wayfarer's Letters V And this I solemnly declare: / That I have lived no worthless year, / Nor trodden any road for naught, / Nor closed any mind to any thought, / Nor closed my ears to any news, / Nor given gifts where none were due. / Neither do I my Love regret, / Deceived ...»
«There's a season alight with its own, strange shimmer / Of misted sun, most tenderly warm. / People call it / Indian summer / And it rivals the spring itself in charm. Already the flying gossamer's clinging / Lightly, warily round the face... / How full is ...»
«In sheepskin coats of homely peasant cut / From villages far south of the Oka / They came, three strangers. Each had left his hut / To put his case about the way things are. All Russia tossed, distraught by war and famine / With everything confused, disturbed, displaced. / She roared and ...»