I see faded flag over customs…

I see faded flag over customs
And the city yellow haze.
That's really my heart is careful
freezes, and painful to breathe.

Would again become a seaside girl,
Shoes with no socks to wear,
And lay the braids crown,
And agitated voice singing.

Everyone would look at the swarthy head
Chersonesos temple porch
Do not know, that happiness and glory
Hopelessly heart grow decrepit.

Autumn 1913

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Anna Akhmatova
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