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    А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И Й К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я
    0-9 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
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    1. * * * (Did not scold me, did not praise me)
    Входимость: 3.
    2. * * * (I dream less of him, dear God be gloried)
    Входимость: 1.
    3. * * * (In intimacy there exists a line)
    Входимость: 1.
    4. * * * (Ah! It is you again. You enter in this house)
    Входимость: 1.
    5. To my dear one
    Входимость: 1.
    6. * * * (True love's memory, You are heavy!)
    Входимость: 1.
    7. * * * (Has my fate really been so altered)
    Входимость: 1.
    8. Кихней Л.Г.: Поэзия Анны Ахматовой. Тайны ремесла. Глава 3. Идея "собирания мира" как основа "интегральной поэтики" "Тростник", "Нечет", "Бег времени", "Поэма без героя"
    Входимость: 1.
    9. * * * (I remember you only rarely)
    Входимость: 1.

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    1. * * * (Did not scold me, did not praise me)
    Входимость: 3. Размер: 2кб.
    Часть текста: Did not scold me, did not praise me, Like friends and like enemies. Only left his soul to me And then said, "Now keep in peace." And one thing worries me so: If this moment he will die, God's archangel will come to me For his soul from the sky. How then will I hide her so, How to hide it from God's eyes? She, the soul, that cries and sings so Must be in His paradise.
    2. * * * (I dream less of him, dear God be gloried)
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    Часть текста: I dream less of him, dear God be gloried, Does not shimmer everywhere any more. Fog has fallen on the whitened road, Shadows run over water to the shore. And all day the ringing did not quiet Over the expanse of ploughed up soil, Here most powerfully from Jonah Distant Laurel belltowers do recoil. I am trimming on the lilac bushes Branches, that are now in full flower; Ramparts of the ancient fortifying Two old monks are slowly walking over. Dear world, understood and corporeal, For me, one unseeing, set alive. Heal this soul of mine, the King of Heaven, With the icy comfort of not love.
    3. * * * (In intimacy there exists a line)
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    Часть текста: In intimacy there exists a line That can't be crossed by passion or love's art - In awful silence lips melt into one And out of love to pieces bursts the heart. And friendship here is impotent, and years Of happiness sublime in fire aglow, When soul is free and does not hear The dulling of sweet passion, long and slow. Those who are striving toward it are in fever, But those that reach it struck with woe that lingers. Now you have understood, why forever My heart does not beat underneath your fingers.
    4. * * * (Ah! It is you again. You enter in this house)
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    Часть текста: Ah! It is you again. You enter in this house Not as a kid in love, but as a husband Courageous, harsh and in control. The calm before the storm is fearful to my soul. You ask me what it is that I have done of late With given unto me forever love and fate. I have betrayed you. And this to repeat - Oh, if you could one moment tire of it! The killer's sleep is haunted, dead man said, Death's angel thus awaits me at deathbed. Forgive me now. Lord teaches to forgive. In burning agony my flesh does live, And already the spirit gently sleeps, A garden I recall, tender with autumn leaves And cries of cranes, and the black fields around.. How sweet it would be with you underground!
    5. To my dear one
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    Часть текста: Do not send a dove in my direction, Do not write tumultuous notes at all, Do not fan my face with the March breeze. I have now entered a green heaven, Where there's calm for body and for soul Underneath the shady maple trees. And from here I can see a town, Booths and barracks of a palace made of stone Chinese yellow bridge over the ice. For three hours now you wait for me - you're frozen, But you cannot move from the perron, At the stars you marvel with your eyes. Like a gray squirrel you'll jump on the alder, Like a frightful swallow I will go, I will then call for you like a swan, So that the bridegroom would not fear In the blue and swirling falling snow To await his deceased bride alone.

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