Anna Akhmatova
- They soar, they are somewhere mid-flight..., by Andrey Kneller
- They`re on the way, the words of love and freedom..., by Ilya Shambat
«To Rodam Amirejibi** I am taking you, Suliko, / Down the paths of memory’s maze / In the charmed land of long-ago / Where I lived in my youthful days. It was such a long time ago... / The Ukraine... How the sun then shone! / Through the wild steppe gallopped Makhno*** / Pointing stra...»
«There was a black cross on his chest / No engraving, no design, no patina: / A treasured heirloom charm / Bequeathed to this alien Italian. My Neapolitan boy what will be left / Of you here on the Russian fields? / Were you not happy enough / On that magnificent bay? I shot you dead ...»
«I sense no love or mirages, / Won't attach myself to mirth: / Bitter-fleeting, ever-rushing, / Are my joys on planet Earth. Like a child, finding pleasant / This fugacious, sweet game, / I'm contented with the present, / Cheery noons and murk the same.»
«You may live uncleanly and absurdly: / Bullies’ giggles, rattles in the dust, / Open is your street, and foul overtly: / Laughter of a prostitute, like rust. Dirty girlfriends, swarming, crazy psychos, / Anger, vice, deep poverty, and filth, / How can there appear in such a cycle / Dr...»