The Last Toast I drink to the ruined house, To the evil of my life, To our shared loneliness And I drink to you-- To the lie of lips that betrayed me, To the deadly coldness of the eyes, To the fact that the world is cruel and depraved, To the fact that God did not save. by Anna Akhmatova June 27, 1934 Translated by Judith Hemschemeyer Return to Akhmatova Index Return to Russian Poets index