Anna Akhmatova
- The eyes beg helplessly and dearly..., by Andrey Kneller
Anna Ajmátova (español)
- Abúlicos piden clemencia..., desconocido autor
«17 Thus, O the Lord! And this my prayer / Accept for temple's confirmation. / I sing not pleasures of my love — / I sing the wound of my nation. Not nasty person's rusty trunk — / Granite, with people's knees rubbed coarse. / Hero and tsar given to all, / To all — a singer — ...»
«Shout for joy! There is no Tsar. / Shout for joy! There is no Russia. / Shout for joy! For God is dead. All there is, is icy star, / All there is, is dawning’s yellow, / As the years in millions thread. Shout for joy! There is no one, / Shout for joy! There’s nothing spun, / It’s...»
«1 O muse of weeping, the most beautiful muse! / O you the child of white night, ever mad and fierce! / A black snowstorm over Russia you send / And your cries our hearts like flying arrows pierce. And we tumble down and a deaf "Oh" — / A hundred thousand people your name are calling: / ...»
«2 What are people's wiles to me? Holding / My head I stand, / On late dawn I sing / Holding my head. Ah, I have been raised on the crest / Of a wave wrathful and mad! / I sing you, that you are alone among us, / Like moon overhead! That, having flown like a raven on the heart, / Pie...»