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Like a white stone in the depth...
Like a white stone in the depth of a well, There is one memory lying in me. I don't want to fight: It's a joy and a suffering. It seems to me, that the one who looks Closer into my eyes, will see it at once. It will become sadder and more pensive For the one receiving the scornful story. I know the gods turn people Into objects, not having killed their consciousness. You have turned into my remembrance, Forever to make glorious sorrows live.
by Anna Akhmatova |