Not weeks, not months, - it took us years
To separate. And finally, today,
We feel true freedom’s gentle breeze
And the wreaths on our heads are gray.
There are no more betrayals or treason,
And you don’t have to listen all night
To the streaming current of reasons
That prove me indisputably right.
By Anna Akhmatova
Translation by Andrey Kneller
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