will live, not knowing dashing - Akhmatova

will live, Knowing not evil,
To rule and judge,
With his girlfriend quiet
sons grow.

And in all you good luck,
From all honor,
You do not know, I'm weeping
Days by losing.

Many of us homeless,
our strength is,
For us, Blind and dark,
Bright house of God.

And for us, Inducement to dale,
altars burn,
Our to God's throne
voices fly.

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