Prayer - Akhmatova

Give me the bitter years of illness,
gasping, insomnia, heat,
Otymi and child, and other,
And the mysterious gift of song -
So I pray for your liturgy
After so many days of agonizing,
To dark cloud over Russia
It has become a cloud in the glory of rays.

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Sergey Yesenin
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