Here you will find the Poem In The Evening of poet Anna Akhmatova
The garden rang with music Of inexpressible despair. A dish of oysters spread on ice Smelled like the ocean, fresh and sharp. He told me: 'I'm a faithful friend!'- And lightly touched my dress. How different from embraces The touch of those two hands. That's how one strokes a cat or bird Or looks at slender lady riders? Just laughter in his quiet eyes, Beneath his light gold lashes. And the despondent voices of the violins Sing out beyond the hanging smoke: 'Give blessings to heaven above At last you're alone with your beloved.'
