A.Akhmatova, The Devotion - Translation (Rus.) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
By Anna Akhmatova
You see, not under alien vault,
Without proof of alien wings,
Once I was living in the world,
Where was unfortunately - my people...
Before this grief the rocks're bowing,
The river great is breaking flow,
The prison's shutters solid so,
Behind them 'penal holes' grow
As well as mortal melancholy.
For somebody - fresh wind is blowing,
For somebody - sunset's performing,
But just the same we are and don't know,
We heard odious keys - to gnash
And soldier's steps - to go.
We did got up as to the mess so early,
Were going through wild capital, then
Were meeting all, filled with tremendous woe,
The sun - to set, Neva - to fade,
And far and far - our hope.
At last - the sentence...She bursts in tears,
From others - separated. Life and heart -
Are taken out with pain feelings.
World - overturned. Unsteady... feared...
Alone... she goes far...
Where are they today - my true companions
Of these two damned and awful years?
What do they see in vast Siberian snowpiles?
What do they see under the moon at night?
Last farewell for them - my cheers...
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