Author of quotes: Anna Akhmatova

Slander is very similar to the truth. Only the truth is not like the truth.

I don’t want someone to palm off on me some kind of life that is alien and disgusting to me and try to assure me that I lived it, and it was simply a figment of the imagination of 5-6 suspicious individuals (mostly out of their minds).

Where does it go, the time gone by? Where is his abode...

Bright day and empty house.

once was her face. 1939

Night.

Pray for me.

Howl under the Kremlin towers.

And under the tires of black marus.

To them I send my farewell greetings.

And behind them hard labor

Where my people, unfortunately, were.

Thought: we poor, we do not have anything
What began one after another to lose
So what became of every day
Memorial day -
Began to compose songs
About the great generosity of God
- Our former riches.

But I feel that Muse our friendly
Carefree and captivating friendship,
As girls who did not know love.