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I have come to take your place sister

'I have come to take your place, sister,

At the high fire in the forest's heart.

Your eyes have grown dull, your tears cloudy,

Your hair is gray.

You don't understand the songs birds

Anymore, nor stars, nor summer lightning.

Don't hear it when the women strike The tambourine; yet you fear the silence.

I have come to take your place, sister,

At the high fire in the forest's heart'. . .--'You've come to put me in the grave.

Where is your shovel and your spade?

You're carrying just a flute.

I'm not going to blame you,

Sadly a long time

My voice fell mute.

Have my clothes to wear,

Answer my fears with silence,

Let the wind

Through your hair, smell the lilac.

You have come by a hard

To be lit up by this fire.'And one went away,

The place to another,

Like a blind woman

An unfamiliar narrow path,

And still it seemed to her a

Was close. . .

In her hand a tambourine . . .

And she was like a white flag,

And like the light of a beacon.

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Анна Ахматова

Стихи Анны Ахматовой. (11 [23] июня 1889 — 5 марта 1966) — поэт Серебряного века, переводчица и литературовед, одна из наиболее значимых фигур р…

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