Here you will find the Poem The Victory of poet Anna Akhmatova
2 Over a pier, the first beacon inflamed -- The vanguard of other sea-rangers; The mariner cried and bared his head; He sailed with death beside and ahead In seas, packed with furious dangers. 3 By our doors Great Victory stays ... But how we'll glory her advent? Let women lift higher the children! They blessed With life mid a thousand thousands deaths -- Thus will be the dearest answered.
