Anna Akhmatova
- Imagination with submission..., by Andrey Kneller
- My imagination, obediently..., by A. S. Kline
«From the last carriage I watch the place go by, / goodbye, goodbye my summer, / we must go, / axes stun the dacha now, / my house, nail up the timber, / goodbye, my woods have lost their leaves, / they are empty and sad / like the case the music leaves / an accordion gone d...»
«Moscow is milling with watermelons. / Everything breathes a boundless freedom. / And it blows with unbridled fierceness / from the breathless melonvendors. Stalls. Din. Girls’ headscarves. / They laugh. Change bangs down. Knives and a choice sample slice. / — Take one, chief, for a l...»
«In these days of unheard-of suffering / One is lucky indeed to have no heart: / Crack-shots plug me again and again, / But have no luck. Riddled with holes, I laugh / At the furious pack: “Tally-ho, boys! / I am a lattice. Look through me. / Isn’t the landscape lovely?” But suppo...»
«Against the rest of the playground"s kids / She bears the resemblance of a froglet. / Worn-out shirt of hers is tucked in boxers, / Curls of her reddish hair are rid / Of comb, her mouth"s long, teeth aren"t well-ordered, / Her set of features is irregular and pointed. / The fathers of t...»