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Anna Akhmatova - Solitude
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So many stones have been thrown at me,
That I`m not frightened of them anymore,
And the pit has become a solid tower,
Tall among tall towers.
I thank the builders,
May care and sadness pass them by.
From here I`ll see the sunrise earlier,
Here the sun`s last ray rejoices.
And into the windows of my room
The northern breezes often fly.
And from my hand a dove eats grains of wheat…
As for my unfinished page,
The Muse`s tawny hand, divinely calm
And delicate, will finish it.
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