Lyudmila Purgina (Russian Federation)
A.Akhmatova, Echo - translation (rus.)
by Anna Akhmatova
All the ways to past are now closed,
What the past for me today, what for?
What do you see there? - The bloody stones,
Or the bricked up surely so heavy door?
Or the echo, which is still repeating
Words, and never could this action stop,
I am asking it to end, but really
It is carrying weight, as in my heart, for long.
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