If I can't have love, if I can't find peace, / Give me a bitter glory. — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“So many requests, always, from a lover! None when they fall out of love. I'm glad the water does not move under the colourless ice of the river. And I'll stand - God help me! - on this ice, however… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Song falls silent, music is dumb, But the air burns with their fragrance, And white winter, on its knees, Observes everything with reverent attention. — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“That is why we love this city – Dark and stern, and full of water, And we love our separations, And brief moments when… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Give me bitter years of sickness, Suffocation, insomnia, fever, Take my child and my lover, And my mysterious gift of song This I pray… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Sweet to me was not the voice of man, But the wind's voice was understood by me. The burdocks and the nettles fed my… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
We learned not to meet anymore, We don't raise our eyes to one another, But we ourselves won't guarantee What could happen to us… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“ In Dream Black and enduring separation I share equally with you. Why weep? Gove me your hand, promise me you will come again.… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“But don’t raise your eyes in defiance, Protect my life, my dear. They’re brighter than first violets, But deadly to me, I fear.” — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
We aged a hundred years, and this happened in a single hour: the short summer had already died, the body of the ploughed plains… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
But here, in the murk of conflagration, where scarcely a friend is left to know we, the survivors, do not flinch from anything, not… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“Let my heiress have full rights, Live in my house, sing songs that I composed. Yet how slowly my strength ebbs, How the tortured… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
