During the terrible years of the Yekhov terror I spent seventeen months in the prison queues in Leningrad. One day someone โidentifiedโ me. Then a woman with lips blue with cold who was standing behind me, and of course had never heard of my name, came out of the numbness which affected us all and whispered in my earโ(we all spoke in whispers there): โCould you describe this?โ I said, โI can!โ Then something resembling a smile slipped over what had once been her face.
Anna AkhmatovaWild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing.
Anna AkhmatovaA loss, but who still mourns the breath of one woman, or laments one wife? Though my heart never can forget, how, for one look, she gave up her life.
Anna AkhmatovaBut here, in the murk of conflagration, where scarcely a friend is left to know we, the survivors, do not flinch from anything, not from a single blow. Surely the reckoning will be made after the passing of this cloud. We are the people without tears, straighter than you ... more proud.
Anna Akhmatova