by Anna Andreyevna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966)
Translation by Lyn Coffin (b. 1943)

В ней что‑то чудотворное горит
Language: Russian (Русский) 
В ней что-то чудотворное горит,
И на глазах ее края гранятся.
Она одна со мною говорит,
Когда другие подойти боятся.
Когда последний друг отвел глаза,
Она была со мной в моей могиле
И пела словно первая гроза
Иль будто все цветы заговорили.

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Language: English  after the Russian (Русский) 
A flame burns within her, miraculously, 
While you look, her edges crystallize.
She alone will draw near and speak to me 
When others are afraid to meet my eyes.
Whe was with me even in my grave
When the last of my friends turned away, 
And she sang like the first storm heaven gave, 
Or as if flowers were having their say.

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This text was added to the website: 2026-07-04
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