You invented me. This is not the world…

You invented me. This is not the world,
Such on light can not be.
Neither the doctor does not heal, not quench the poet, –
The shadow of a ghost, and you day, and night worrying.
We met with you in an incredible year,
When the freeze peace force,
Everything was in mourning, all Nikl from adversity,
And there were only a fresh grave.
without lights, pitch was black Neva shaft,
Dead of night around the wall was ...
So when you called my voice!
What to do – she did not understand.
And you come to me, as if guided by a star,
In the fall tragic stepping,
In the ever-ravaged house,
Location was carried away poems burned flock.
1956

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Anna Akhmatova
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