Anna Akhmatova
Slowly does the river...

Slowly does the river along the valley flow,
A house there is on the hill, of many windows.
And here we'll live like in Catherine's times:
Attend the services and greet the crops.
Having endured a two day parting,
Coming is he, a guest, along the golden wheatfield.
And in the sitting room kissing the granny's hand
And on the steep staircase my lips.

Translated by Ljubov V. Kuchkina