Here you will find the Poem Here Pushkins Endless Exile Has Begun of poet Anna Akhmatova
Here Pushkin's endless exile has begun, And Lermontov's exile turned out fatal, The mountain grass has a smell so sweet and gentle, And only once I managed to discern, By the lake under the dense shade of a chinara, In the early evening and ferocious trice The glare of insatiable dark eyes Of the immortal lover of Tamara.
