“As the future ripens in the past... a terrible festival of dead leaves” — Anna Ahkmatova Copy Share Image
“We shall not sip from the same glass, No water for us, or sweet wine; We’ll not embrace at morning, Not gaze from the… — Anna Ahkmatova Copy Share Image
“As the future ripens in the past... a terrible festival of dead leaves” — Anna Ahkmatova Copy Share Image
