Ancient city is as if dead,Strange's my coming here.Vladimir has raised a black crossOver the river.Noisy elm trees, noisy lindensIn the gardens dark,Raised to God, the needle-bearingStars' bright diamond sparks.Sacrificial and gloriousWay, I am ending here,With me is but you, my equal,And my love so dear.
-Anna Akhmatova
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