“We aged a hundred years, and this happened in a single hour: the short summer had already died, the body of the ploughed plains smoked.” YearsBodyHoursHappenedSummerHundredDiedShort Summer Author:Anna Akhmatova
“A choir of angels glorified the hour, the vault of heaven was dissolved in fire. "Father, why hast Thou forsaken me? Mother, I beg you, do not weep for me.” MotherFatherHeavenHoursFireAngelChoirForsakenVaults Book:Избранные Стихи Source: Избранные Стихи
“This land, although not my native land, Will be remembered forever. And the sea's lightly iced, Unsalty water. The sand on the bottom is whiter than chalk, The air is heady, like wine, And the rosy body of the pines Is naked in the sunset hour. And the sunset itself on such waves of ether That I just can't comprehend Whether it is the end of the day, the end of the world, Or the mystery of mysteries in me again.” WorldEndsBodyWaterHoursForeverAirMysterySeaLandWineBottomWaveNakedRememberedSandNativeSunsetThe End Of The DayEnd Of The WorldRosyChalkNative Land Author:Anna Akhmatova
“We learned not to meet anymore, We don't raise our eyes to one another, But we ourselves won't guarantee What could happen to us in an hour.” HappensEyeHoursRaisesGuarantees Author:Anna Akhmatova
“I should be proud to have my memory graced, but only if the monument be placed... here, where I endured three hundred hours in line before the implacable iron bars.” IfsShouldThreeHoursLinesMemoriesProudHundredBarsIronBe ProudMonument Author:Anna Akhmatova
