Anna Akhmatova
- All I see is hilly Pavlovsk..., by A. S. Kline
- I have visions of hilly Pavlovsk..., by Ilya Shambat
- The visions of Pavlovsk abound..., by Andrey Kneller
«I bless my lucky stars above, / A better fate I don"t desire. / My heart, so much you you've been in love! / My mind, so oft you"ve been afire! / / Though happy times and grievous torments / Have left their bitter trace, all right, / Yet in the boredom, storm and torrents / ...»
«When you are on my way, / So live and so beautiful, / So tired and weary, / Talking sadly / And thinking of death, / You don't love anyone / And despise your beauty, — / Well, can I possibly hurt you? / / Oh no! I'm not an oppressor, / Nor an arrogant man nor a liar, / Thou...»
«I know your face so well, my fair, / It feels like you have lived with me. / At home, at parties, — everywhere / Your dainty look is what I see. / / Your footsteps follow me wherever / I go or happen to be in. / Somebody chases me as ever / Isn"t it you, — the one I mean? / ...»
«Turning red, temple stairs are fading. / Did you tell me you'd keep the date? / At the entrance to eventide praying / I have opened my heart. I will wait. / / I don't know my intent and desire. / I may die of relief and delight. / All aflame in the evening fire, / I will bring ...»