Translation of Home;
No one in the world is more carefree than us. Proud and simple. 1922. We didn't put it in a precious sachet and hang it on our chest. We have never written a poem for it with tears in our eyes, nor touched the pain of our painful nightmare, nor did we regard it as a marketable commodity as promised by God.
We silently endured it, endured it, and never even thought about its existence. Yes, this is the dust on our overshoes, yes, this is the creaking sand between our teeth. We grind it, stir it, grind it into powder, the kind of dust that can't be mixed with other things.
However, it is not until we lie in it and blend in with it that we can calmly declare our own dust. ?
196 1 Leningrad, port hospital.
Introduction to Akhmatova:
Akhmatova? нна Ахма? това,1June 23, 889-1March 5, 966), originally named Anna andreyev Golenko, was born in Odessa, a representative poet of Russian silver age.
19 1 1 year, Ahmetova first published her poems in Ahmet magazine, and gradually became one of the representatives of this school. 19 12 created the first book of poetry, Dusk. During the Soviet period, she was unfairly criticized, and it was not until the 1950 s that her reputation was restored, and she was known as the moon in Russian poetry. 1964 won the Etna Taurmino International Poetry Award in Italy.
Her representative works include rosary and Bai Niao. Her early poems have the characteristics of indoor lyricism, and the poetic language is delicate, concise, accurate and beautiful. Later works are more open and three-dimensional, with solemn lyrical historicism style. 1on March 5th, 966, Akhmatova died of a heart attack in Moscow.