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1. July 1914
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2. * * * (How spacious are these squares)
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3. * * * (Wide and yellow's evening light)
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4. * * * (The first ray - as the blessing of the Lord)
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5. Song about Song
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6. * * * (All has been taken: strength as well as love)
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7. * * * (Somewhere is light and happy, in elation)
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8. * * * (In the sleep to me is given)
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9. Тименчик Р.: Храм премудрости Бога: стихотворение Анны Ахматовой "Широко распахнуты ворота... "
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10. * * * (My voice is weak, but will does not get weaker)
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11. * * * (Has my fate really been so altered)
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12. White House
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13. * * * (The spring was still mysteriously swooning)
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14. * * * (I will quietly in the churchyard)
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1. July 1914
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Часть текста: I Smells like burning. For four weeks now The dry ground on the swamplands bakes. Today even birds did not sing songs And the aspen-tree does not shake. Sun has stopped in divine displeasure Easter rain did not pelt fields hard. A one-legged passerby came here And alone said in the yard: "Awful times near. For freshly dug graves There will be not be enough place soon. Expect pest, expect plague, expect coward, And eclipses of Sun and Moon. But the enemy won't get to divide Our lands for his fun: Holy Mary will spread on her own Over great sorrows a white gown" II From the burning forests is flying Sweet smell of the evergreens. Over children soldiers' wives are moaning Cry of widows through village rings. Not in vain were the prayers rendered, The earth was thirsty for rain: The stomped-over fields with red dampness Were covered and covered remain. Low, low is the empty heaven, And quiet is the praying one's voice: "They will wound your most holy body And cast dice about your acts of choice."
2. * * * (How spacious are these squares)
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Часть текста: How spacious are these squares, How resonant bridges and stark! Heavy, peaceful, and starless Is the covering of the dark. And we walk on the fresh snow As if we were mortal people. That we are together this hour Unseparable - is it not a miracle? The knees go unwittingly weaker It seems there's no air - so long! You are my life's only blessing, You are the sun of my song. Now the dark buildings are stirring And I'll fall on earth as they shake - Inside of my village garden I do not fear to awake.
3. * * * (Wide and yellow's evening light)
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Часть текста: Wide and yellow's evening light, Tender is the April chill, You are late by many years But I am glad of you still. Come and sit right next to me, With the happy eyes come look: Here, my childhood poetry Is in this blue notebook. That I lived sorrowful and little Was I glad of the sun, forgive. And forgive, that in your stead I Many others did receive.
4. * * * (The first ray - as the blessing of the Lord)
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Часть текста: The first ray - as the blessing of the Lord - Across the face of the beloved did creep, Who, sleeping, went a little pale, And then again more tightly went to sleep. It seemed that warmth of ray of sun Appeared to him just like a kiss... And long with these my lips I have not touched The tan strong shoulder or the dear lips. And now, the deceased spirits in my long Disconsolate wandering along the way, I am now flying toward him as a song And I caress him with a morning ray.
5. Song about Song
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Часть текста: So many stones have been thrown at me That I don't fear them any longer Like elegant tower the westerner stands free Among tall towers, the taller. I'm grateful to their builders - so be gone Their sadness and their worry, go away, Early from here I can see the dawn And here triumphant lives the sun's last ray. And frequently into my room's window The winds from northern seas begin to blow And pigeon from my palms eats wheat.. The pages that I did not complete Divinely light she is and calm, Will finish Muse's suntanned arm.

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