A.Akhmatova, A Sobbing Autumn - Translation (Rus.) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
by Anna Akhmatova
A sobbing Autumn as a poor widow,
All coloured black, today is hazing hearts.
And sorting husband's words in row,
Hard crying, and again restarts,
It would be so till the winter snow
Will fall its pity on her constant grief,
And she'll forget the former sorrow,
And bliss, which life is worth to give.
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