Courage: Great Russian word, fit for the songs of our children's children, pure on their tongues, and free.
Anna AkhmatovaA choir of angels glorified the hour, the vault of heaven was dissolved in fire. "Father, why hast Thou forsaken me? Mother, I beg you, do not weep for me.
Anna AkhmatovaSweet to me was not the voice of man, But the wind's voice was understood by me. The burdocks and the nettles fed my soul, But I loved the silver willow best of all.
Anna Akhmatova