Author of quotes: Anna Akhmatova. Page 3

We don't know how to say goodbye -
All roam shoulder to shoulder.
Already starting to get dark,
You're brooding, and I am silent.

Oh, don't sigh for me,
Sadness is criminal and vain,
I'm here on a gray canvas,
There was a strange and unclear.
And there is no sin in his wine,
Left, looks into the eyes of others
But nothing I dream
In my dying of lethargy.

About me and praying is not worth it
And, having gone, to look back.
Black wind will calm me down,
Fun gold leaf.

I-the free. All of me fun -
Night Muse will fly to comfort,
And in the morning's glory
Rattle above the ear to pop.

Here the loveliest girl I bet
Honored to get to be the wife of the executioners,
Here torture the righteous at night
Hunger and indomitable starved.

Why have you poisoned the water?
And dirt mixed my bread?
Why last Saturday
You are turning into a den?
Because I didn't
Bitter over the death of friends?
Because I remained true to
Sad my homeland?
So be it. Without hangman and scaffold
Poet on earth to be.
We the penitential shirt,
Us with a candle to go and howl.

Same voice, same look,
The same flaxen hair.
Everything as a year ago.
Through glass the rays Flaxseed.
Lime white walls are full of...
Fresh Lily aroma
And your words simple.

I'm not going to drink wine,
Because you're a naughty boy.
I know - you routine
Anyone to kiss under the moon.
And we have - peace and quiet,
The grace of God.
And we have - bright eyes
There is order to raise.

Gone other favorite,
I with envy after not look.
One in the dock
I'll sit half-century.
<...>
And those arguments are important,
As in the grasping arms of sleep
All three generations of the jury
Decided she is guilty.
<...>
I'm going deaf from the loud curses,
I padded demolished to the ground.
Surely I vinovata
On this planet was?

What are we parting? - Dashing fun
Trouble miss us.
Drunk Lee burst into the room the glory,
Gets whether the thirteenth hour?
Or forgotten, beaten, for... who's there
So I learned to knock?
Here to go back to the gate
A new mountain to meet.

I live like a cuckoo in a clock,
I do not envy the birds in the woods.
Head - and Japanese.
You know, share
Only the enemy
Wish I can.

Someone once referred to people
King in mockery to God, in fact,
Who was killed and whose instrument of torture
Warmed by the warmth of my chest...
<...>
The gold rusts and steel decays,
The marble crumbles - all ready for death.
Just stronger on the ground sorrow
And durability - a Royal word.

Like a white stone in the depth of the well,
Lies in me a memory.
I can't and don't want to fight:
It's fun, and it - suffering.
It seems to me that those who close look
In my eyes, it will be seen immediately.
Sad and pensive will be
Listening to the mournful story.
I know that the gods turned
People in subjects without killing consciousness
To live forever wondrous sorrow.
You're turned into my memory.

I'll take all pain and despair,
Even a pity tip.
Only your dusty cloak of remorse
Don't put on my face!