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Departure

Although this land is not my own,

I will remember its inland sea and the waters that are so cold the sand as white as old bones, the pine trees strangely red where the sun comes down.

I cannot say if it is our love, or the day, that is ending.

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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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