“ A Baby Elephant Right now my love for you is a baby elephant Born in Berlin or in Paris, And treading… — Nikolai Gumilev Copy Share Image
“I want to die young, neither loving nor grieving for anyone; to burst like a golden falling star, to shed my petals… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I don't know if you're alive or dead. Can you on earth be sought, or only when the sunsets fade be mourned… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“ The Wedding Ring Although the lamp was out, above its darkness I saw the bright reflection of a flame. My soul… — Zinaida Gippius Copy Share Image
“ Швея Уж третий день ни с кем не говорю... А мысли — жадные и злые. Болит спина; куда ни посмотрю —… — Zinaida Gippius 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… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“ Серафимы I Резнею кровавой на время насытясь, Устали и слуги, и доблестный витязь И входят под своды обители Божьей, Где теплятся… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“And you, my friends who have been called away, I have been spared to mourn for you and weep, not as a… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“ There are Four of Us I have turned aside from everything, from the whole earthly store. The spirit and guardian of… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“Я не знаю, зачем упрекают меня, Что в созданьях моих слишком много огня, Что стремлюсь я навстречу живому лучу И наветам унынья… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“ Lot's Wife And the just man trailed God's messenger, his huge, light shape devoured the black hill. But uneasiness shadowed is… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“ Muse When at night I wait for her to come, Life, it seems, hangs by a single strand. What are glory,… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“ The Last Toast I drink to our demolished hose, to all this wickedness, to you, our loneliness together, I raise my… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“ Жираф Сегодня, я вижу, особенно грустен твой взгляд, И руки особенно тонки, колени обняв. Послушай: далёко, далёко на озере Чад Изысканный… — Nikolai Gumilev Copy Share Image
“He loved three things alone: White peacocks, evensong, old maps of America. He hated children crying, and raspberry jam with his tea,… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
