Затем что он пронижет жгучим ядом Ваш благостный, ваш радостный союз; А я иду владеть чудесным садом, Где шелест трав и восклицанья муз.
1921 Anna Akhmatova "Let the voices of body strike up again ..."
Let the voices of body strike up again, As the first spring thunderstorm: Because of your shoulder bride look My half-closed eyes.
Seven days of love, seven terrible years of separation, War, rebellion, ravaged house In the blood of the innocent little hands, Gray strand of pink temple.
Bye bye, be happy, beautiful friend, Give you back your sweet vow But beware your girlfriend passionate Tell my unique delirium -
Then it will penetrate the burning poison Your blessed, your joyful union; And I'm going to own a wonderful garden, Where the rustle of grass and exclamations muses.