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181 " You will not live again.You will not rise from the snowTwenty-eight holes from the bayonetFive from the gun.I have made a shroud for my friend,Sad cloth.She loves, loves bloodThis Russian earth. "
― Anna Akhmatova , Poem Without a Hero: And Selected Poems
182 " A happy phrase — "at home " —And now unknown to anyone,Everybody looks through another man's windows. "
183 " Wild honey smells of freedomThe dust - of sunlightThe mouth of a young girl, like a violetBut gold - smells of nothing.Mignonette smells of waterLove smells of applesAnd now we knowBlood smells of blood. "
184 " And if you knew from what scrapsPoems are born — without shameLike yellow dandelions by a wormy fence,Like wild spinach or the common burr. "
185 " 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 sunAppeared to him just like a kiss.And long with these my lips I have not touchedThe tan strong shoulder or the dear lips.And now, the deceased spirits in my longDisconsolate wandering along the way,I am now flying toward him as a songAnd I caress him with a morning ray. "
― Anna Akhmatova
186 " Can you describe this?"And I said: "I can."Then something like a smile passed fleetingly over what had once been her face. "
187 " Oh, how often you’ll rememberThe sudden pain of unnamed longing— Anna Akhmatova, from “I’ll erase this day from your memory,” trans. A. S. Kline, White Flock (Hyperborea, 1917) "
― Anna Akhmatova , White Flock
188 " a grieved shadow hunts my body's warmth "
189 " Forgive me that I ignored the sun And that I lived in sorrow. "
190 " I always think about the past, it's so large and bright. "
― Anna Akhmatova , My Half-Century: Selected Prose
191 " Posljednji susret bio nam je tajna obali gdje smo uvijek se sretali. Bio je visok Nevin vodostaj.Od poplave su u gradu strepili.Pričao je o ljetu i o tomda je za ženu pjesnikom biti - rđavo. "
192 " Ahora sé cómo se desvanecen los rostros,cómo bajo los párpados anida el terror,cómo el dolor traza en las mejillasrudas páginas cuneiformes,cómo unos rizos cenicientos y negrosse tornan plateados de repente,la sonrisa se marchita en los labios dócilesy en una risa seca tiembla el pavor.y no sólo por mí rezo,sino por quienes permanecieron allí conmigo,en el frío feroz y en el infierno de Julio,bajo el muro rojo y ciego "
― Anna Akhmatova ,
193 " No sadness, my soul’s no more of this world. "
194 " But don’t raise your eyes in defiance,Protect my life, my dear.They’re brighter than first violets,But deadly to me, I fear. "
195 " You’re the sinner, seeing the heavenly,Sweetest dream, before passing away… "
196 " I am a Bard..."(From Avetik Isaakian, Armenian Poetry)I am a bard – I am a heaven bird,I need no any richness of the world.I love a flower and so charming lassIn aromatic springs that never pass.I love a whisper, very gentle and long,And, in full silence, a despondent song. "
197 " Each and every day, I getOne letter like a bride.I’m responding to my friend,Writing late at night: “On my way into the dark,I’ve stopped in white death’s den.My dear, don’t leave an evil markOn another man.” And a brilliant star gleamsBetween two trees at night,Calmly promising that dreamsWill soon be satisfied. "
198 " O, insomnia, you’ve come to me anew!And your expression is, like always, frozen.Tell me, beauty, tell me, outlaw - you,Don’t you like the songs I’ve chosen? "
― Anna Akhmatova , Rosary
199 " We never quite learned to part, -We wander slowly side by side.Outside it’s starting to get dark,I’m silent, - you’re preoccupied. We’ll enter a church and we’ll seeBaptisms, marriages, mass.A minute later, we’ll leave…Why is everything different with us? Or we’ll sit on the trampled snowIn a dark cemetery and sigh,With a stick in your hand, you’ll drawA palace for just you and I. "
200 " Is this why, for countless days,In my arms I carried you,Is this why your strength had blazedThrough your lively eyes of blue! "