<i>The Last Toast</i> I drink to our demolished hose, to all this wickedness, to you, our loneliness together, I raise my glass - And to the dead-c… - Anna Akhmatova

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The Last Toast

I drink to our demolished hose,
to all this wickedness,
to you, our loneliness together,
I raise my glass -

And to the dead-cold eyes,
the lie that has betrayed us,
the coarse, brutal world, the fact
that God has not saved us.

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