The white house, by Andrey Kneller A frigid sun. From the parade, /
The soldiers march away. /
I cannot feel my worry’s weight /
This January day.
I recognize each branch in sigh...
White House, by Ilya Shambat Sun is frosty. In a parade /
Soldiers march with all might. /
I am glad at the January noon, /
And my fear's very light.
Here they remember eac...
in italian
Anna Achmatova (italiano)
La casa bianca, Gene Immediato C'è un gelido sole. /
Finita la parata gli eserciti se ne vanno. /
Son contenta del meriggio di gennaio /
e la mia trepidazione è appena mossa. ...
in finnish
Anna Ahmatova (suomi)
Valkoinen talo, Marja-Leena Mikkola Huurtunut aurinko. Paraatissa /
sotilaat marssivat, marssivat. /
On hilpeä tammikuun keskipäivä, /
ja huoleni ovat vähäiset.
Täällä muistan jok...