The celebrations. Of secret nonmeetings are empty, Unspoken conversations, Unuttered words. Glances that don't intersect. Don't know where to come to rest. And only the tears rejoice. Because they can flow and flow. Sweetbrier around Moscow, Alas! Somehow it is here ... And all this they will call. Love eternal.
Anna AkhmatovaAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: russian
- Born: June 23, 1889
- Died: March 5, 1966