Sorry for again Russian, but I came across this Anna Axmatova poem in my text book today, and I couldn't even begin to express it in English. Don't ask, I'm fine, this is just too beautiful to pass up.
Последний тост
Я пью за разорённый дом,
За злую жизнь мою,
За одиночество вдвоём,
И за тебя я пью,--
За ложь меня предавших губ,
За мёртвый холод глаз,
За то, что мир жесток и груб,
За то, что Бог не спас.
~Анна Ахматова (1934)
Last toast
I drink for the ruined house,
For a my malicious life,
For loneliness together,
And for you I drink,-
For the lies of my betrayed lips,
For the dead cold of eyes,
For that the world is severe and rude,
For that God has not saved us.
~Anna Axmatova
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It's beautiful, Honey ... I can't wait for you to get home ... I need my Pegs back - someone else who will be amused by a music video entitled "hay amores que mataran" ...
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