Here you will find the Poem And you, my friends who have been called away of poet Anna Akhmatova
And you, my friends who have been called away, I have been spared to mourn for you and weep, Not as a frozen willow over your memory, But to cry to the world the names of those who sleep. What names are those! I slam shut the calendar, Down on your knees, all! Blood of my heart, The people of Leningrad march out in even rows, The living, the dead : fame can't tell them apart.