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“Sweet to me was not the voice of man, But the wind's voice was understood by me. The burdocks and the nettles fed my soul, But I loved the silver willow best of all.”

Quote by Anna Akhmatova

Book:You will hear thunder: Akhmatova, poems

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You will hear thunder: Akhmatova, poems

This book features a selection of poems written by Anna Akhmatova, a prominent figure in Russian literature known for her emotional depth and lyrical beauty. more

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Anna Akhmatova (June 23, 1889 – March 5, 1966) was one of the most prominent Russian poets of the 20th century. Known for her profound emotions and exquisite artistic skills, she is often referred to as the 'nightingale of Russian poetry'. more

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“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.”

Years Body Hours Happened Summer Hundred Died Short Summer

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“We thought: we're poor, we have nothing, but when we started losing one after the other so each day became remembrance day, we started composing poems about God's great generosity and our former riches.”

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Source: Selected poems

“No, not under the vault of another sky, not under the shelter of other wings. I was with my people then, there where my people were doomed to be.”

People Sky Wings Shelter Doomed Vaults

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“The stars of death stood over us. And Russia, guiltless, beloved, writhed under the crunch of bloodstained boots, under the wheels of Black Marias.”

Stars Black Russia Beloved Wheels Boots Crunch

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Source: Избранные Стихи

“The word dropped like a stone on my still living breast. Confess: I was prepared, am somehow ready for the test.”

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“Today I have so much to do: I must kill memory once and for all, I must turn my soul to stone, I must learn to live again. Unless ... Summer's ardent rustling is like a festival outside my window.”

Soul Today Turns Memories Summer Stones Window My Soul Festivals Kill Me Ardent

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“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.”

Mother Father Heaven Hours Fire Angel Choir Forsaken Vaults

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“Mary Magdalene beat her breasts and sobbed, His dear disciple, stone-faced, stared. His mother stood apart. No other looked into her secret eyes. Nobody dared.”

Mother Beats Stones Silent Beloved Breasts Mary Disciple Mary Magdalene

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