А Ахматова Три стихотворения A Akhmatova 3 Poems

1

The white-walled house on Zhukovskaya Street
And this camel hubbub should be forgotten.
Birches and mushrooms are ready to greet,
It's high time for Moscow broad autumn..

The grass shines with dew, the sun - with amber,
The sky climbs so high; that is how all around.
Rogachevskoe highway still remembers
Youthful Blok's hooligan whistling sound...2

2

In the black memory, having searched well,
To the glove's elbow, you'll see the night
In Petersburg. A stuffy and sweet smell
In theatre boxes at twilight.

And the bay wind. And between the lines there,
If bypassing both those aahs and oohs,
Blok himself will smile at you with an air, —
The tragic tenor of the epoch.

3

He is right — street lamp, drugstore, again…
Silence, granite, Neva river…
There stands as a monument — the man
To beginning of the era, —
When he departed, he waved farewell,
To the Pushkin House, by his hand,
He took death languor with him as well
As undeserved peace at the end.

25-27 May - 11 October, 2024

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The arch at the Anna Akhmatova Museum in the Fountain House.
Source: Wikipedia Photo author: Nikita Andreev

Арка у музея Анны Ахматовой в Фонтанном доме.
Источник: Википедия Автор фото: Никита Андреев