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,,Где, высокая, твой цыганенок, Тот, что плакал под черным платком, Где твой маленький первый ребенок, Что ты знаешь, что помнишь о нем?ъ ъДоля матери - светлая пытка, Я достойна её не была. В белый рай растворилась калитка, Магдалина сыночка взяла. Каждый день мой - веселый, хороший, Заблудилась я в длинной весне, Только руки тоскуют по ноше, Только плач его слышу во сне. Станет сердце тревожным и томным, И не помню тогда ничего, Все брожу я по комнатам темным, Все ищу колыбельку его.``
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- by Anna Andreyevna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966), no title, written 1914 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Evgeny Klepalov , "Доля матери", published 2003 [voice and piano], from Romansy na stikhi A. Akhmatovoj, no. 3. [text not verified]
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- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "Un sort de mère", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Text added to the website: 2009-08-10 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:03:19
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Word count: 82
« Où, grande dame, est ton petit tsigane ? Celui qui pleurait sous un drap noir, Où est ton premier petit enfant, Que sais-tu, de quoi te souviens-tu à son sujet ? » « Un sort de mère -- c'est une torture, Je n'en étais pas digne. Le portail du paradis devint invisible, Et Madeleine a pris mon fils. Chaque jour pour moi était joyeux, aimable, J'étais perdue dans un long printemps, Mais mes mains aspirent à son fardeau, Mais dans mon sommeil je l'entends pleurer. Mon cœur devient anxieux et dépérit, Et puis je ne me souviens de rien, Tout le temps j'erre à travers des pièces obscures, Tout le temps je cherche son berceau.
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- a text in Russian (Русский) by Anna Andreyevna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966), no title, written 1914
Text added to the website: 2015-02-05 00:00:00
Last modified: 2015-02-05 18:26:31
Line count: 16
Word count: 115