28 December 1917. Anna Akhmatova

Non-fiction

Project 1917 is a series of events that took place a hundred years ago as described by those involved. It is composed only of diaries, letters, memoirs, newspapers and other documents

Anna Akhmatova

Sreznevskikh's ap., 9, Botkinskaya, Petrograd, Russian Empire

И вот одна осталась я
Считать пустые дни.
О вольные мои друзья,
О лебеди мои!

И песней я не скличу вас,
Слезами не верну,
Но вечером в печальный час
В молитве помяну.

Настигнут смертною стрелой,
Один из вас упал,
И черным вороном другой,
Меня целуя, стал.

Но так бывает раз в году,
Когда растает лед,
В Екатеринином саду
Стою у чистых вод

И слышу плеск широких крыл
Над гладью голубой.
Не знаю, кто окно раскрыл
В темнице гробовой.

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Nikita Okunev

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