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“The first ray -- as the blessing of the Lord -- Across the face of the beloved did creep, Who, sleeping, went a little pale, And then again more tightly went to sleep. It seemed that warmth of ray of sun Appeared to him just like a kiss. And long with these my lips I have not touched The tan strong shoulder or the dear lips. And now, the deceased spirits in my long Disconsolate wandering along the way, I am now flying toward him as a song And I caress him with a morning ray.”

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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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