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“But here, in the murk of conflagration, where scarcely a friend is left to know we, the survivors, do not flinch from anything, not from a single blow. Surely the reckoning will be made after the passing of this cloud. We are the people without tears, straighter than you ... more proud.”

Quote by Anna Akhmatova

Book:Избранные Стихи

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Избранные Стихи

This book compiles a selection of poems, showcasing the author's poetic works. 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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“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.”

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Book:You will hear thunder: Akhmatova, poems

Source: You will hear thunder: Akhmatova, poems

“A loss, but who still mourns the breath of one woman, or laments one wife? Though my heart never can forget, how, for one look, she gave up her life.”

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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.”

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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.”

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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.”

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“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.”

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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.”

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Book:Избранные Стихи

Source: Избранные Стихи

“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.”

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Author:Anna Akhmatova