Here you will find the Poem Under Her Dark Veil of poet Anna Akhmatova
Under her dark veil she wrung her hands. "Why are you so pale today?" "Because I made him drink of stinging grief Until he got drunk on it. How can I forget? He staggered out, His mouth twisted in agony. I ran down not touching the bannister And caught up with him at the gate. I cried: 'A joke! That's all it was. If you leave, I'll die.' He smiled calmly and grimly And told me: 'Don't stand here in the wind.' "