«6. They thought — just a man! / And forced him to die. / He is dead now. Forever. / — Weep for the dead angel! Before the fall of night / He sang the beauty of the evening. / Three wax lights / Trembling, superstitiously. They took away his radiance — / Hot strings on the sno...»
«Past night towers / Across squares we hurry. / Oh, how terrifying is this night, / The shouts of young soldiers! Shots, the pounding heart! / A hot kiss, love! / Oh, the brutal shouts! / Provocative — oh — blood! My mouth ungracefully, / Curses, despite its sweet — look. / ...»
«Above the city, Peter had abandoned, / Rolled the bells' thunder. The waves are crashing / Over the woman you rejected. Tsar Peter and you, O, the tsar should be praised! / But above you, tsars, bells. As long as they ring from the blue — / Undisputed is the primacy of Moscow. And fort...»
«1. Oh, Muse of weeping, fairest of the Muses! / O you, chance progeny of a white night! / You send a black blizzard upon Russia, / And our screams pierce us like arrows. And we jump and emit a dull: Oh! — / Hundredthousands — swear an oath to you: Anna / Akhmatova! This name — an...»