And the sunset itself on such waves of ether That I just can’t comprehend Whether it is the end of the day, the end of the world, Or the mystery of m… - Anna Akhmatova

Let whoever wants to, relax in the south,
And bask in the garden of paradise.
Here is the essence of north—and it's autumn
I've chosen as this year's friend.

For seventeen months I have cried aloud calling you back to your lair. I hurled myself at the hangman's foot. You are my son, changed into nightmare. Confusion occupies the world, and I am powerless to tell somebody brute from something human, or on what day the word spells, "Kill!"

Безвольно слабеют колени,
И кажется, нечем дышать...
Ты - солнце моих песнопений,
Ты - жизни моей благодать.