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Как соломинкой, пьёшь мою душу. Знаю, вкус её горек и хмелен. Но я пытку мольбой не нарушу. О, покой мой многонеделен. Когда кончишь, скажи. Не печально, Что души моей нет на свете. Я пойду дорогой недальней Посмотреть, как играют дети. На кустах зацветает крыжовник, И везут кирпичи за оградой. Кто ты: брат мой или любовник, Я не помню, и помнить не надо. Как светло здесь и как бесприютно, Отдыхает усталое тело… А прохожие думают смутно: Верно, только вчера овдовела.
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- by Anna Andreyevna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966), no title, written 1911 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Arthur Vincent Lourié (1891 - 1966), "Поминальная", 1914 [high voice and piano], from Чётки, на стихи А. Ахматовой, no. 2, Петроград / Москва (Petrograd / Moscow), Государственное музыкальное издательство (Gosudarstvennoe muzykal’noe izdatel’stvo ) [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Text added to the website: 2015-11-04 00:00:00
Last modified: 2015-11-04 16:02:48
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Word count: 79
Comme avec une paille tu bois mon âme. Je sais, son goût est amer et enivrant. Mais je ne veux pas troubler ce tourment par une plainte. Oh, mon repos dure depuis des semaines. Quand tu auras fini, dis-le moi. Je ne suis pas triste, C'est que mon âme n'est plus de ce monde. Je vais sur le chemin tout près Pour voir comment les enfants jouent. Les groseillers sont en fleurs, Derrière la haie, on porte des briques. Qui es-tu : mon frère ou mon amant, Je ne me souviens pas, et n'ai pas besoin de me rappeler. Comme c'est brillant et comme je suis sans abri, Mon corps fatigué se repose... Les passants regardent vaguement : Sûrement, hier elle est devenue veuve.
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- a text in Russian (Русский) by Anna Andreyevna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966), no title, written 1911
Text added to the website: 2015-11-10 00:00:00
Last modified: 2015-11-10 17:48:08
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Word count: 124