Anna Akhmatova
- No, my prince, I am not the one..., by Ilya Shambat
- No, tsarevich, it’s not I..., by Andrey Kneller
«Today your gods do not deny you / These golden nights and golden days, / And gentle, fragile ladies eye you / With an attentive fervent gaze. / Play on, sing on, while you are blessed! / Squander away the fleeting night; / Through tears, I smile at the sight / Of your light-hearted hap...»
«My days still linger, slow and rough, / Each moment multiplies the sadness / Within the heart of hapless love / And drives my yearning into madness. / I’m silent; I don’t dare to breathe. / I weep, my tears are my salvation. / My soul, held captive in this grief, / In tears alone f...»
«Before you, silently I sway. / I feel so anxious when you’re near me, / In vain, I cast a glance your way: / I’m sure that I will never say, / What I’m imagining so freely.»
«Don’t ask me why, alone in dismal thought, / In times of mirth, I’m often filled with strife, / And why my weary stare is so distraught, / And why I don’t enjoy the dream of life; Don’t ask me why my happiness has perished, / Why I don’t love the love that pleased me then, / No ...»