Treasure Island

Lyudmila Purgina

(Russian Federation)

A.Akhmatova, Grasped my hands... - translation (rus.)


by Anna Akhmatova

Grasped my hands under veil dark 'n swarthy...
'Why today so pale you are? '
'That's from sorrow, astringent sorrow,
Which I've fed to him fully, by far.'

How could I forget? Staggered out,
Twisted mouth on grimacing face...
I've run, trying rails not to touch though,
I've followed him up to gates.

Gasped for breath, I've cried to him: 'Joke!
All was joke! I'll die, when you go...'
Smiled he, said with quiet and horror:
'Don't stay in the wind, it is cold! '
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In russian:

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Submitted: Saturday, May 19, 2012


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