Author of quotes: Anna Akhmatova. Page 4

Husband whipped me with a patterned,
Double folded belt.
For you in the window sash
I was up all night sitting with a fire.
Dawning. And forge
Rising smoke.
Ah, to me, a sad prisoner,
Again you alone could not.
For you I share the gloomy,
Share-flour took.
Or like blond,
Red or sweet?

Now the prisoners will return, and two Russias will look each other in the eye: the one that planted, and that which was planted.

I have all the forgiveness I grant
And in the Resurrection of Christ
Betrayed me in the forehead a kiss,
Not betrayed in the mouth.

And you're still a little in Russian,
And you want in all languages
To know how steep the climbs and descents
And how do we have a conscience and fear.

And in the mirror double Bourbon profile hides
And thinks he is irreplaceable
Everything else, he will alter,
What Pasternak prepostericity,
And I don't know what to do with it.

Whether I stayed with you,
Whether you left with me.

Not with those I who threw the earth
At the mercy of the enemy.
Their gross flattery I do not heed,
Songs I don't.

And if you knew how now I'm Luba your dry pink lips!

Cute! will not tremble your hand.
And I long to endure.
Fly the bird - my anguish,
Sit on the branch and begin to sing.

Have you not noticed that the main idea of this great works is this: if a woman is separated from husband and took up with another man, she inevitably becomes a prostitute. Don't argue! Exactly!

You were afraid of our first meeting
I was praying for the second...

Seventeen months shout
Call you home,
Threw themselves at the feet of the executioner,
You son and horror of mine.
Everything is messed up forever,
I do not disassemble
Now, who is the beast who is the man
And for a long time eh execution to wait.

You know what a torture by hope? After despair comes peace and hope are going crazy.

I know, I dream of you,
Because I couldn't sleep.