Anna Akhmatova
- I was born neither early nor late..., by Andrey Kneller
- I was born not late and not early..., by Ilya Shambat
«A lone white sail for an instant / Appears in haze of azure foam, / What does it seek in lands so distant? / What did it leave behind at home? The wind is whistling, the mast / Bends, screeching in resentment... / It seeks no happiness, — alas — / Nor is it fleeing from contentment!...»
«Let’s go to the city, where we / Sometimes would stay on occasion. / And leave the past behind, / Like luggage at the station. Let the past try to safeguard itself, / For us, there’s no preservation. / We’ll feel some sadness, but more / New vigor and strength and elation. Alread...»
«No regrets, no tears and no complaining, / All, like haze from apple trees, will pass. / Taken by the gold of autumn waning, / I will not be young again, alas. Having felt the cool touch of the sudden / Draft, my heart, your beating will be dull, / And the land of birch trees, white as co...»
«Everything has been checked. My inventory is ready. / O bell, strike for the last time. / For the last time sound the final departure. / Everything has been checked, nothing holds me here, / And voices call from the mists. / O, voices call in hope and freedom... Everything has been checke...»