Celebration Quote by Anna Akhmatova

Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of…

— Anna Akhmatova

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

“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

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

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

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

“ 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

“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

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

Rising from the past, my shadow Is running in silence to meet me.

— Anna Akhmatova

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

It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.

— Anna Akhmatova