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Crucifix

Do not cry for me,

Mother, seeing me in the grave.

This greatest hour was hallowed and

By angel's choirs; fire melted sky.

He asked his Father:"Why am I abandoned…?"And told his Mother: "Mother, do not

Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned.

Peter sank into the stone trance…Only there, where Mother stood alone,

None has dared cast a single glance.

Translated by Tanya Karshtedt

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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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