Anna Akhmatova You thought me up.
Bay cut low Bank,
All sails ran into the sea,
As I was drying salty spit
A mile from the ground on a flat stone.
Me sailed green fish,
To me flew a white Seagull
I was cocky, evil and fun
And does not know that it is happiness.
In the sand buried yellow dress
So the wind blew, blew a tramp,
And swam far out to sea,
On dark, warm waves of lay.
When he returned, the lighthouse from the East
Shone with variable light
And I the monk at the gate of Chersonesos
Said, “What do you roam at night?”
Knew the neighbors – I can smell the water,
And if we dug a new well,
Called me, so I found a place
And people have not labored in vain.
I have been collecting French bullets
How to collect mushrooms and blueberries,
And bring home at the hem
Shards of rusty heavy bombs.
And said sister angrily:
“When I become Queen,
Will build six battleships
And six gunboats,
To my Bay was guarded by
Until the Fiolent”.
And in the evening before bed
Prayed a dark icon
So the hail smote cherries,
That big fish was caught
And that cunning rogue
Didn’t notice the yellow dress.
I’m with fishermen friendship drove.
Under an overturned boat often
During heavy rain, was sitting with them,
About the sea listened, remembered,
Every word secretly believing.
And really to me the fishermen are accustomed to.
If I’m on the pier is not present,
Senior sent me a girl,
And she shouted: “we have returned”
Now we flounder fry will”.
The grey-eyed was a tall boy,
For six months younger than me,
He brought me white roses,
Nutmeg white roses,
And asked me gently: “You
You can sit on the rocks?”
I laughed, “what me roses?
Only prick hurts!” – What
He replied, ” then I do
If so I fell for you”.
And it was a shame, “Stupid! –
I asked. I think you’re a Prince?”
It was the grey-eyed boy,
For six months younger than me.
“I want to marry you, –
He said, soon to be adults
And going with you to the North. ”
Cried a tall boy,
Because I didn’t want
No roses, no to go to the North.
I comforted him:
“Think I’ll be the Queen,
Bay cut low Bank,
Smoky sun fell into the sea,
Came a Gypsy out of the cave,
Finger me beckoned:
“What are you, pretty lady, go barefoot?
Soon funny, rich will become.
Noble guest wait until Easter,
Noble guest to bow will be;
Neither your beauty nor love, –
Song one guest will lure”.
I gave the chain Gypsy
And gold baptism cross.
Thought joyfully, “Here he is, cute,
The first news about yourself I filed”.
But the anxiety I fell out of love
All my bays and caves;
I’m in the reeds vipers do not be afraid,
Crabs for dinner, did not bring,
And left on South beam
For vineyards in quarry –
There was not a short road.
It often happened that the owner
The new farm I nodded,
Clicked from a distance: “What do not you come?
Everyone says “you bring happiness”.
I said, “Bring happiness
Only shoes of a new month,
If he is right in the eyes see.”
In the room I enter is not loved.
Blowing from the East dry winds,
Fell from the heaven big stars,
In the lower Church were prayers
About sailors going to sea,
And swam in the Bay jellyfish,
Like stars that fell over the night
Deep water blue.
As cranes ruffled in the sky,
As restless cicadas,
As sorrow sings soldier
All I remember of hearing,
But songs like this didn’t know
So the Prince remained with me.
The girl I was often dreaming
In a narrow bracelets, in short dress
The white pipe in the hands cool.
Sit, quiet, stares,
And my sorrow will not ask
And the sadness of her not to say,
Only my shoulder gently stroking.
How did the Prince know me
He remembers my signs?
Who is he our old house indicate?
Our house is quite far from the road.
Autumn turned to winter rainy
In a room of white from the window of the barrel,
And ivy wound on the wall of the garden.
Came to the courtyard of the strange dogs,
Suddenly kinder dark sea,
Swallows in their nests back
And became red earth from poppies,
And became cheerful again at the seaside.
For one night, the summer came –
So spring and we have not seen.
And I’m no longer afraid,
The new share Blowjob.
And in the evening on Palm Sunday,
From the Church came and my sister said:
“For you my candle and rosary
The Bible is our home leave.
The week after Easter will be here,
It’s about time I assemble, –
True, the Prince is already on the road,
The sea behind me he gets here”.
Silently, she marveled at the words,
Only sighed, remembered, right,
Speech cianchini the cave.
“He’ll bring you a necklace
And with blue stone ring?”
“No,” I said, ” we don’t know
He prepares a gift to me”.
We were with my sister agnoletti
And so similar to one another,
What little we could distinguish
Only moles on our mother.
Since childhood, the sister was not able to walk,
Like a wax doll lay;
Anyone she was not angry
And embroidered shroud
Raved even in the dream work;
I heard as she whispered:
“The cloak of the virgin will be blue.
God, the Apostle John
Pearls for tears to get me nowhere. ”
The courtyard was overgrown with quinoa and mint,
Donkey grazing at the gate,
And long straw chair
Lena was lying spread-eagled
All on its missed –
In celebration of such a sin to work.
And they brought to us the salty breeze
From Chersonesos ringing Easter.
Each blow echoed in the heart,
Blood flowed through his veins.
“Helen, I sister said, –
I’m now on the shore.
If the Prince is coming for me,
You explain to him the way.
Let it me in the desert will eventually catch up.
I want the sea to me today.”
“Where have you heard a song,
The one that the Prince will lure? –
The eyes opened, the sister asked. –
The sun was on the bottom of the well,
Basking on the rocks scolopendra,
And ran a tumbleweed,
Like a hunchback clown wriggling,
And the high-flying sky,
As Bogoroditsye cloak, turned blue, –
Before it ever happened.
A light boat with a half-day chase,
White bums crowded lot
At Konstantinovsky battery, –
Visible, they wind this convenient.
Quietly I went along the Bay to the Cape,
To black, broken, sharp rocks,
Foam covered in surf watch,
And repeated a new song.
I used to know: who would the Prince,
He hears my voice, embarrassed, –
And that is why I every word
God’s gift was cute.
The first yacht was not – flying,
And chased her second,
And the others were barely visible.
As I lay down by the water – can’t remember
How then dozed off – I don’t know
Just woke up and saw the sail
Close thing. Before me,
To the waist, standing in the water transparent,
Flails huge man
In the deep crevices of cliffs, coastal,
Voice hoarse calling for help.
Loudly I began to read the prayer,
My little taught,
I had terrible,
so in our house of troubles never happened.
Just me said: “You are Guardian!” –
See – in the hands of the white man
Something, and my heart froze.
Made a sailor who rules
The most fun, yacht cruise,
And put on the black stones.
Long time I did not dare trust himself,
Fingers bitten to Wake up:
Brown and tender my Prince
Silently lay and watched the sky.
Those eyes, greener than the sea
And cypress trees to our darker –
I saw how they went out.
I should have been slepoy.
He groaned feebly cried:
“Swallow, swallow, you’re hurting me!”
Right, I’m a bird he thought.
At dusk I returned home.
The room was quiet dark,
And over the lamps stood tall,
Narrow crimson light.
“Don came looking for you Prince, –
Lena said, hearing steps, –
I waited for him to Vespers
And sent the kids on a pier.
“He will never come after me,