Muse - Akhmatova

When at night I wait for her arrival,
A life, it seems, hanging by a thread.
that honors, that youth, that freedom
Previous cute guest with a pipe in his hand.

And then I came. throwing back the veil,
Carefully looked at me.
I tell her: "You eh Dantu dictated
Hell pages?"responds: "I".

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Boris Pasternak
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