Courage: Great Russian word, fit for the songs of our children's children, pure on their tongues, and free. Anna Akhmatova I should be proud to have my memory graced, but only if the monument be placed... here, where I endured three hundred hours in line before the implacable iron bars. Anna Akhmatova All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead. Anna Akhmatova It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace. Anna Akhmatova
I should be proud to have my memory graced, but only if the monument be placed... here, where I endured three hundred hours in line before the implacable iron bars. Anna Akhmatova All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead. Anna Akhmatova It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace. Anna Akhmatova
All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead. Anna Akhmatova It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace. Anna Akhmatova