Anna Akhmatova
- When with a strong but tired hand..., by Ilya Shambat
- When, with a firm but tired hand..., by Andrey Kneller
«O, you, my life, enough of fuss, / Enough complaints, – it's all just void. / And peace descends into the world – / You, too, search for your rest. I want the heavy snow to fall, / The sky, transparent blue, to stretch, / And that I could forever sense / Ice in my heart and on the t...»
«Dawn and rain. A dense fog in the park, / And in the window – an unneeded candle, / An open and forgotten trunk, / Her shoulders that barely tremble. No word about us, no word about the past. / It’s such a trifle – what happened at the end! / When solitude for two – it is so sad.....»
«The twilight turns into unbearable time, / Unbearable nights... / Where are you, my late fellows? / Where are you, my friends? It’s time to reply. With no hesitations, towards danger, / — With no hesitations and no inanity, — / Under a fading torch of “clarity”, / My friends, ...»
«Life! What do I need from you – I do not know. / My grief cooled down, a lot of infancy. / But longing, as much as I’m longing now, / The merciful God will not allow. And if somewhere he exists and breathes, / The one, who finally was brought to me by fate, / Why doesn’t he come to ...»