How can you look at the Neva…

How can you look at the Neva,
How dare you come up on the bridge?..
I wonder sad slyvu
Since then,, how to catch a glimpse of you.
Black angel wings sharp,
Soon there will be a final judgment,
And crimson fires,
like a rose, bloom in the snow.

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Anna Akhmatova
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