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........................... Anna Akhmatova

bees get used to the beekeeper
so abejuna race ... Only me
Akhmatova bites
story twenty-three years ago.



1934.
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Tell me, liner deserts,
geometer of the Arabian sand,
does not the impetuosity of
lines is stronger than the wind blow?
- not for me shudder
of Jewish concerns -
He sculpts
experience the buzz and murmur of experience drinking ...

November 1933 - January 1934
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three poems by Osip Mandelstam

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Tatars, Uzbeks and nentses,
entire Ukrainian people, and even
Volga Germans await
translators.

And maybe now, some Japanese

translated into Turkish
me and reaches my soul.

November 1933
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We sat in the kitchen,
white kerosene smells sweet

A sharp knife and a bread ...
If you want, warm up thoroughly the stove,

And if not, look for the strings
tying basket before dawn

To go to the station,
Where we find we no .

January 1931
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Help me, God, to survive tonight,
fear for life, your slave ...
Living in Petersburg - it's like sleeping in a coffin.

January 1931
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Sergey Esenin "the stupid joy loved" ...

And here, the stupid happiness
with white windows into the garden!
On the pond, like a beautiful swan
all the quiet sunset.

Hello, tranquility in the shadow
golden birch in the water!
On the roof a flock of jackdaws
celebrates mass for a star.

Somewhere, behind the garden, where flowers
the elder, sweet

white girl sings a soft melody.

The cold night like a blue robe,
extends from the field ...
The fresh flush of the cheeks, the stupid joy
beloved!

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So Esenin recited and ...:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xabVgAhOHGA&feature=related