This meeting is not sung by anyone,
And without songs, sadness settled.
It was a cool summer,
It's like a new life has begun.
The arch of stone seems to be the sky,
Afflicted with yellow fire,
And it is more important than daily bread
I have one word about it.
You, dew-sprinkling herbs,
Let me revive my soul, -
Not for passion, not for fun,
For great earthly love.
Writer: Anna Akhmatova
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