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

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Anna Akhmatova
Anna Akhmatova

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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