Anna Akhmatova
- When with a strong but tired hand..., by Ilya Shambat
- When, with a firm but tired hand..., by Andrey Kneller
«Again the snow-clogged pillars, / The Elagin Bridge1 / And the voice of a woman in love, / The crunch of sand, the horse’s snort. Two shadows, fused by a kiss, fly / By wrapped up in a bearskin rug, / But with this new captive lover / I am neither pining nor jealous. It is a sad deli...»
«To Maria Pavlovna Ivanova In the embankment’s mad roar, / A colored kerchief thrown over her hair, / She lies and watches, beautiful / And young, as though alive. With a chaste gait, she had walked / Toward noise and whistling beyond the neighboring wood — / The whole length of the p...»
«“Misty morning, gray morning ..." / — TURGENEV Morning. Good luck! Among the houses! / Little bells are tinkling. / You press your silver rings / Coldly against my lips, / And I, how many times, successively, kiss / Your rings and not your hand... / In your thrown-back shoulder / ...»
«I want to live, live to distraction: / To make the present live forever, / Make the impersonal human cover / With flesh whatever now has none! What if life’s torpor stifles me, / What if I suffocate and am dumb — / A happier young man maybe / Will say of me in the years to come: Fo...»