Presentation about the life of Akhmatova and Gumilyov. The love story of Nikolai Gumilyov and Anna Akhmatova was reflected in them. N. Altman. Portrait of Anna Akhmatova. 1914

Indelible, no, in my fate is Your childish mouth and bold girlish gaze, That is why, dreaming of you, I speak and think rhythmically ... Oh, if you were always with me, Smilingly good, real, I could step on the stars I would kiss the sun on the burning lips.

Here I am alone in the evening quiet hour, I will think only about you, about you. I'll take up the book, but read "she", And again the soul is drunk and confused. I throw myself on the creaking bed, The pillow burns .. no, I don't sleep, but wait. And stealthily I will go to the window, Look at the smoky meadow and at the moon. Over there, by the flower beds, you said yes to me, Oh, this yes is with me forever

Gumilyov spent the summer in Sevastopol. Where Anna Andreevna rested. Love did not let go, my heart ached, my soul was torn to pieces, a hellish fire of passion burned in my chest. He was grateful for the opportunity, if he could see her, talk, spend several hours together. Anna Andreevna seemed calm. She was not as passionately in love as he was. It's time to part. He had to return to Paris. Nikolai Stepanovich makes another attempt. Makes an offer to Anna Andreevna, but again receives a refusal.

I looked into her big eyes, And I saw a sweet face In the frame, where the golden trees With the waters merged into one ring. And I thought: no, love is not that. Like a fire in the forest, love is in fate, Because, even without an answer, I am now doomed to you. I looked into her big eyes, And I saw a sweet face In the frame, where the golden trees With the waters merged into one ring. And I thought: no, love is not that. Like a fire in the forest, love is in fate, Because, even without an answer, I am now doomed to you.

Soon, Anna Andreevna's brother, Andrei, arrives in Paris. He tells Nikolai about Russia, about the south, about his sister. Again the rise of hope, the opportunity to see Anna again. This cheered up Gumilyov. A month later, he again goes to Russia, to Anna. He decided to try again. Inspired, he makes an offer - and again a refusal.

There are big stars in this world, In this world there are seas and mountains, Here she loved Biatrice Dante, Here the Achaeans ruined Troy! If now you don’t forget the Girl with huge eyes, the Girl with skillful speech, the Girl who does not need you, then you are not worthy to live.

In Paris, friends try to distract him from heavy thoughts, relieve him of a gloomy mood, load him with work. But this does not touch the poet's heart. Suddenly, he leaves for Normandy, to the ocean, to commit suicide (drown himself). At the same time, he sends his photo with parting lines.

About you, about you, about you, Your noble heart - Nothing, nothing about me! Like a coat of arms of bygone times. In human, dark fate, being is consecrated to them You are a winged call to the higher. All earthly, all wingless tribes. About you, about you, about you, Nothing, nothing about me!

You are not always alien and proud, And you don’t want me always- Quietly, quietly, gently, like in a dream, Sometimes you come to me. A thick strand of hair is above your forehead, I cannot kiss it, And big eyes are lit by the Lights of the magic moon. My gentle friend, merciless enemy, So blessed is your every step, As if you are walking in your heart, Scattering stars and flowers. I don't know where you got them, Only why are you so bright, And to the one who could be with you, There is nothing to love on earth?

Before the one that is now sad, Appear like an invisible light, And to whatever she asks, Dazzling give an answer. After all, the trembling of lovely eyelashes And the smile of our beloved lips are more gratifying than the singing of birds, More blessed than the angelic trumpets. Your temple, Lord, is in heaven, But the earth is also your shelter. Linden trees bloom in the forests, And birds sing on linden trees. Precisely your gospel, spring, Along the cheerful fields, And in the spring angels fly to us on the wings of sleep. If, Lord, this is so, If I sing correctly, Give me, Lord, give me a sign, That I understood your will.

With what music is my ear excited? Whose strange appearance am I fascinated by? The soul is cool, now again You allowed me to wish and wait. The soul is spacious, like the distance in the morning, You lulled my sadness. Her, who loved the road to the temple, I will fold in prayer at your feet. Everything, everything that sparkled in my fate, Everything, everything sung, for you, for you!

Gumilyov returns to Russia. I said - do you want, do you want? Can I be loved by you? You prophesy strange happiness with your throaty voice. And I cry for happiness a lot, My home is a house of stars and songs, And there will be sweet anxiety Grow at your name. And they will say - what is he? Only the violin, Obediently crying, he. Her single smile Generates this wondrous ringing.

In 1905, Nikolai Stepanovich made Anna Andreevna another marriage proposal and was refused. Anna Andreevna offered to be friends. Gumilyov agreed to this too, just to be near her. They read a lot of books, walked together, met with friends.

You regretted, you forgave, And even gave me a hand, When in the soul, where death wandered, And there was no stone unturned. All that on sleepless nights I summoned from the darkness of the soul to the light, All that was given by the gods to me, the warrior, and me, the poet, Everything, bowing to your power, I will give everything and I will not hide anything For dazzling happiness At least sometimes to be with you

I compose songs for your glory Then, that I love you madly, Then that you do not love me, I always suffer and forever sad, But, my beautiful friend, I will forgive you For the fact that you will ruin me. So the nightingale wounded in the heart with a thorn About the rose - the killer sings more and more tenderly And weeps in hopeless melancholy, And the rose, leaning among the green foliage, Laughs at his sorrow, like you, O my friend, beautiful and tender.

This work can be used for literature lessons in grade 11 when studying the biography of the poetess Anna Akhmatova. The work contains interesting information about the life and creative path of the poet of the 20th century, about his relationship with the great poet Nikolai Gumilyov.

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Education Born in the Odessa region of Bolshoi Fontan in the family of a hereditary nobleman, retired naval mechanical engineer A.A.Gorenko, who (after moving to the capital) became a collegiate assessor, an official for special assignments of the State Control. Her mother, Inna Erasmovna Stogova, was distantly related to Anna Bunina, who is considered the first Russian poetess. Akhmatova considered the Horde Khan Akhmat as her maternal ancestor, on whose behalf she later formed her pseudonym. In 1890 the family moved to Tsarskoe Selo. Here Akhmatova became a student of the Mariinsky gymnasium, but she spent every summer near Sevastopol.

Creativity She published her first poem “There are many shiny rings on his hand…” in 1911 in the magazine “Sirius” that he published. The magazine was not successful and almost immediately ceased to exist. In her youth, she joined the Acmeists. The characteristic features of Akhmatova's work are loyalty to the moral foundations of life, a subtle understanding of the psychology of feelings, an understanding of the national tragedies of the 20th century, coupled with personal experiences.

Creativity The autobiographical poem Requiem (1935-40; published 1987) is one of the first poems dedicated to the victims of the 1930s repression.

The Revolution and the Poet Writers either embraced the revolution and glorified it, or went into exile. Akhmatova is one of the few who chose the third path, far from the perception of the revolution and just as far from political hatred. The revolution triggered the first wave of emigration. In general, Akhmatova said about the emigrants: "Those who left, saved their lives, maybe their property, but committed a crime against Russia."

The Great Patriotic War On June 2, 1941, the Great Patriotic War began. June - September Akhmatova was in Leningrad and, like many Leningraders, went on night shifts, participated in saving the city's cultural treasures, in particular, helped to bury sculptures from the Summer Garden.

"Oath" And the one that says goodbye to the dear today - Let her pain melt into strength. We swear to children, we swear by the graves, That no one will force us to submit!

The Great Patriotic War Akhmatova was evacuated to the mainland among the prominent figures in science, art and literature. Further, her path lay in Chistopol, from there through Kazan to Tashkent.

The Great Patriotic War During the war period, the poetess feels her life as a part of the national-national life. She writes poems that reflect the spiritual mood of the fighting Russia. They sound assertion of strength, will, courage, unity of peoples and aching maternal feelings about each deceased.

The Great Patriotic War on January 27, 1944, the country saluted in honor of the lifting of the Leningrad blockade. Akhmatova could not get around this event. And in the starless January night, Himself marveling at the unprecedented fate, Returned from the mortal abyss, Leningrad salutes itself.

Literary environment Among her enthusiastic admirers were poets who were just entering the literature - MI Tsvetaeva, BL Pasternak. More restrained, But still AA Blok and V. Ya. Bryusov reacted approvingly to Akhmatova. During these years Akhmatova became a favorite model for many artists and the addressee of numerous poetic dedications. Her image is gradually turning into an integral symbol of the St. Petersburg poetry of the acmeism era.

Akhmatova and Blok As a teenager girl, Anna read his poems and, in the fall of 1913, during the celebration of the French poet Verharne, where Akhmatova and Blok read their poems, their close acquaintance took place. Once a young poetess brought home Blok his books for signature. He signed: "Akhmatova - Blok".

Akhmatova and Blok Anna Akhmatova carried her love for Alexander Alexandrovich through her whole life. I came to visit the poet ... He has such eyes, That everyone should remember, It's better for me, cautious, I don't even look at them at all ... ... Everything there now shines, covered in dew, And the sky is rising high, And the Rogachev highway Razboyny remembers whistle of the young Blok.

Akhmatova and Modigliani Anna Gorenko arrived in Paris in the summer of 1910 on her honeymoon with her husband Nikolai Gumilyov. Amadeo Modigliani lived in Paris for four years: misunderstood, unrecognized, restless, in a half-miserable existence. It is not for nothing that the French nicknamed him Modi (maudit - damned). There were a few fleeting meetings in 1910. Modigliani wrote insane letters to her "all winter".

Akhmatova and Modigliani Gumilev returned from a trip to Africa. She soon left for Paris. To M. Odigliani. Meanwhile, these were two happy months: they experienced the familiar to many, intoxicating, unrestrained fun of the crazy Parisian holiday. Sometimes he had money, and then he was especially generous with the "holiday". However, it was time to return to Russia. She lived in anticipation of letters, hiding in the wilderness of the village, but they were no longer there. Under the pressure of "deeply experienced feelings", Akhmatova's lines were born, which today are an invaluable treasure of Russian love lyrics

Anna Akhmatova and Nikolai Gumilyov Anna and Nikolai met on Christmas Eve. Then 14-year-old Anya Gorenko was a slender girl with huge gray eyes that stood out sharply against the background of a pale face and straight black hair. Seeing her chiseled profile, the ugly 17-year-old boy realized that from now on and forever this girl would become his muse, his Beautiful Lady, for the sake of which he would live, write poetry and perform feats. Nikolay rushed to win the heart of his Beautiful Lady with passion. However, Anna was in love with another. Vladimir Golenishchev-Kutuzov, a tutor from St. Petersburg, was the main character of her girlish dreams.

Akhmatova and Gumilyov In 1906, Gumilyov left for Paris. But then Anna Gorenko suddenly realizes that she lacks the blind adoration of the young poet. Soon she sends a letter to Gumilev complaining about her uselessness and abandonment.

Akhmatova and Gumilyov Having received Akhmatova's letter, Gumilyov, full of hope, returns from Paris, visits Anna and makes her another marriage proposal. But the business was ruined ... by the dolphins. Then Akhmatova was vacationing in Evpatoria. Walking with Gumilyov along the beach and listening to declarations of love, Anya came across two dead dolphins washed ashore. It is not known why this spectacle influenced Akhmatova so much, but Gumilyov received another refusal.

Akhmatova and Gumilev The rejected poet again leaves for Paris, believing that the only acceptable way out of the situation is suicide.

Akhmatova and Gumilyov The suicide attempt was framed with theatricality and bombast typical of Gumilyov. The poet goes to the resort town of Tourville to take his own life. However, the tragedy was destined to turn into a farce. Vacationers mistook Gumilyov for a tramp, called the police, and instead of going on his last journey, Nikolai went to give explanations to the police station. Gumilyov regarded his failure as a sign of fate and decided to try his luck in love again.

Akhmatova and Gumilyov Nikolai writes a letter to Akhmatova, where he again proposes to her. And again he is refused. Then Gumilyov again tries to commit suicide. This attempt was even more theatrical than the previous one. Gumilev took poison and went to await death in the Bois de Boulogne. Where vigilant foresters picked him up in an unconscious state.

Akhmatova and Gumilyov At the end of 1908, Gumilyov returned to his homeland. The young poet never parted with dreams of winning the heart of Akhmatova. Therefore, he continues to besiege Anna, swear to her in eternal love and offer marriage. Either Akhmatova was touched by such an almost canine devotion, or Gumilev knocked out of her consent with stories of unsuccessful suicide attempts, or the image of a St. Petersburg tutor somewhat faded, but somehow Anna gave her consent to the marriage.

Akhmatova and Gumilyov He loved three things in the world: For evening singing, white peacocks And erased maps of America. I didn’t like it when children cry, I didn’t like tea with raspberries And female hysteria. ... And I was his wife.

Akhmatova and Gumilyov Two years after the marriage, Gumilyov starts a serious romance. Light hobbies happened to Gumilyov before, but in 1912 Gumilyov fell in love for real. Immediately after returning from Africa, Gumilev visits his mother's estate, where he meets his niece, a young beauty Masha Kuzmina-Karavaeva. The feeling flares up quickly, and it does not go unanswered. However, this love also has a tinge of tragedy - Masha is terminally ill with tuberculosis.

Akhmatova and Gumilyov Anna Andreevna decides to take a desperate step and gives birth to Gumilyov's son Leo. Gumilev perceived the birth of a child ambiguously. He immediately arranges a "demonstration of independence" and continues to spin novels on the side. Subsequently Akhmatova will say: “Nikolai Stepanovich has always been single. I can't imagine him being married. "

Akhmatova and Gumilyov When Gumilev finally returned to Russia (after the war he spent some time in London and Paris), Akhmatova tells him the stunning news: she loves another, and therefore they will have to part forever. Despite the cool relations between the spouses, the divorce was a real blow for Gumilyov - it turns out that he still loved his Beautiful Lady, Anya Gorenko.

Anna Akhmatova Subsequently, Akhmatova married three more times, but all her marriages ended in divorce. Probably, the great poet was not adapted to the role of a wife. However, for all their husbands, and first of all for Gumilyov.

The death of Anna Akhmatova on March 5 - died in a sanatorium in Domodedovo (Moscow region) in the presence of doctors and sisters.

February 1957 - Akhmatova's meeting with Ariadna Efron, who returned from exile. March 3 - Anna Akhmatova left for a cardiological sanatorium near Moscow. December 12 - A.A. Akhmatova was awarded the Etna-Taormina literary prize. The first publication under the pseudonym ANNA Akhmatova - verse. 1906-1907 - Anna lives with relatives in Kiev.

"Akhmatova's poem Requiem" - Using the example of the poem by A. Akhmatova to educate love for the Motherland, emotional and intellectual responsiveness. Yes The year of the first publication of the poem "Requiem" - 1937. No. The role of the epigraph. And I said: - I can. The tragic sound of the poem by AA Akhmatova "Requiem". And ... a word fell on my still living chest.

"Akhmatova" - And the verse already sounds, fervent, gentle, To the delight of you and me. An angry cry, a fresh tar smell, Mysterious mold on the wall ... Analysis of the poems "Courage" and "Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold ...". I don't need odic rati And the beauty of elegiac undertakings. We swear to children, we swear to the graves, That no one will force us to submit.

"Creativity of Anna Akhmatova" - First victories. The conclusion of the "master" was indifferently ironic: "What a thick romanticism ...". "Enta - Taormina". AA Blok and V. Ya. Bryusov were more restrained, but still approving of Akhmatova. Heavy 1930-1940s. War. Creation. A life. Big Fountain near Odessa. Moscow 2008.

"Akhmatova's Life" - Love lyrics. The original view of the grave with a wooden cross. At Akhmatova's funeral. “I am your voice. Akhmatova in the last years of her life. The heat of your breath. " Some idler has invented, What is love on earth. Anna Akhmatova's dacha in Komarov. Akhmatova and Gumilyov. Night. Today I am silent since morning, And my heart is in half.

"The Lesson of Akhmatov's Requiem" - Forget the thundering of the black marus ... Requiem Reguiem. And let the prison pigeon walk in the distance, And the ships go quietly along the Neva. The locusts came out of the smoke to the Earth ... ”. Lyrical heroine Author of the poem The Suffering Mother. Anaphoras. Hard pages like cuneiform ... Crucifixion. The years of Yezhovism are terrible with cruel repressions. How fear peeps out from under the eyelids ...

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What was Anna Akhmatova like?

“Characteristic mouth with a pronounced upper lip. Thin and flexible, like a willow twig, with very white skin. "

V. Sreznevskaya

“Akhmatova has one main feature of her personality: majesty. Not arrogance, not arrogance, not arrogance, but precisely majesty "

K. Chukovsky

Picturesque portraits of Anna Akhmatova

In the art of the beginning of the century, the ideal is the artistic image of the poet. The romantic character of the Silver Age culture sought to express itself in a woman's portrait, reviving the theme of eternal femininity. The image of Anna Akhmatova in the painting of the 1920s personified the theme of farewell to the St. Petersburg era of Russian culture.

N. Altman. Portrait of Anna Akhmatova. 1914.

The portrait of Altman was not immediately accepted by his contemporaries. It seemed to some that the portrait destroys the idea of \u200b\u200bthe artistic ideal and female charm of the model.

Y. Annenkov. Anna Akhmatova. 1921.

Annenkov in the portrait gives his model a mournful expression. The artist sharply sharpens the image of the poetess with his razor-sharp pen. The severity and laconism, the amazing unity of the poet's appearance and his poetry made this portrait one of the most popular.

K. Petrov - Vodkin. Portrait of Anna Akhmatova 1922.

In the portrait, the image of Akhmatova resembles an icon-painting face. But this portrait turned out to be very far from the image of eternal femininity, the personification of which was Anna Akhmatova

Courage

The blockade found Akhmatova in her native Leningrad. She bravely endured the hardships of life in a besieged city.

… I was then with my people Where my people were, unfortunately they were ...

She absorbed the pain of all the people into her heart and completely gave it to her homeland.

Anna of All Russia "- so called

her Marina Tsvetaeva.

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"My first impressions of Tsarskoye Selo: the green splendor of the parks ..., the old train station and something else ..."

I want to go to the roses in that only garden, Where the best in the world stands from the fences Where the statues remember me young, And I remember them under the Neva water. And hundreds of thousands of footsteps of Enemies and friends… friends and enemies are sleeping dead. And the procession of shadows has no end in sight From the granite vase to the palace door. There whisper my white nights About someone's high and secret love. And everything burns with mother-of-pearl and jasper, But the light source is mysteriously hidden.

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Here I am alone in the evening quiet hour, I will think only about you, about you. I will take up the book, but I will read: "She", And again the soul is drunk and confused! I throw myself on the creaking bed, The pillow burns ... no, I don't sleep, but wait. And stealthily I will approach the window, Look at the smoky meadow and at the moon, Over there, by the flower beds, you told me: "Yes." Oh, this "yes" is with me forever. And suddenly my consciousness will throw me back, That you, obedient, were not and no, That your "yes", your trembling at the pine, your kiss - only the ravings of spring and dreams.

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“Kolya is going to come to me. I'm incredibly happy ... He loves me so much that it's even scary. "

I will pray for the beggar, for the lost, for my living soul. You, confident in your ways, Behold the Light in the hut. And, sadly grateful to you, I'll sit down for this later, As the carbon monoxide night tormented me, As the morning breathed ice.

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“… I am marrying a friend of my youth, Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilyov. He has loved me for three years now, and I believe that it is my destiny to be his wife. Whether I love him, I don’t know, but it seems that I love him all the same ... ”Marriage

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Thin, slender, looking like a timid ... girl, she never left her husband, who ... called her his student. 2-3 years passed, and in her posture the main feature of her personality was outlined - majesty. The word "regal" crossed the minds of everyone who knew Anna Andreevna.

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From the lair of the serpent, From the city of Kiev, He took not a wife, but a sorceress. And I thought a funny girl, Fortuneteller was a wayward, A cheerful bird was a songstress. You click - it frowns, You hug it - it bristles, And the moon comes out - it will fade. And looks, and groans, As if burying Someone - and wants to drown himself. I tell her: baptized With you in a tricky way Now I don't fit to mess around. Carry the languor to the Dnieper whirlpools, To the sinful Bald Mountain.

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“I am poisoned for life, bitter is the poison of unrequited love. Will I be able to start living again? Of course not. But Gumilyov is my destiny, and I humbly surrender to her ... "

He loved three things in the world: For evening singing, white peacocks And erased maps of America. I didn’t like it when children cry, I didn’t like tea with raspberries And female hysteria. And I was his wife.

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Six months after the marriage of N.S. Gumilev went to Abyssinia.

Today they didn’t bring me a letter, He forgot to write or left, Spring is like the trill of silver laughter. Ships swing in the bay, Today they didn’t bring me letters. He was with me quite recently. So loving, affectionate and mine, But it was a white winter, Now it's spring, and the sadness of spring is poisonous. He was with me quite recently.

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It was a passionate dialogue in letters and poetry ...

Would become again a seaside girl, Put on shoes on bare feet And lay the braids with a crown, And sing in an excited voice. All would be looking at the swarthy heads of the Chersonese temple from the porch And not knowing that from happiness and glory hearts hopelessly grow decrepit.

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“All day I remember your lines about the seaside girl, they, moreover, I like, they get me drunk. Dear Anya, I know you don’t love and don’t want to understand this, but I am not only happy, but also directly necessary, as you deepen for me as a woman, to strengthen and promote a man in yourself. I could never have guessed that hearts are hopelessly decrepit from happiness and glory, but you would never, never have been able to understand, seeing the moon, that she is the diamond shield of the goddess of warriors Pallas ... "

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Submissive to you! You are crazy! I am submissive to the will of God alone. I want neither thrill nor pain. My husband is an executioner, and his house is a prison. But, you see! After all, I came myself ... December was born, the winds howled in the field, And it was so light in your captivity, And outside the window was guarded by darkness. So the bird on the transparent glass beats with its whole body in the winter storm, And the blood stains the white wing. Now I have peace and happiness. Goodbye, my quiet, you are always sweet to me For letting your wanderer into the house.

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“My dear Anya! I'm already in a real army. There are a lot of wounded, but the wounds are all strange: they don't hurt in the chest, not in the head, as they describe in the novels, but in the face, in the hands, in the legs ... I keep reading the Iliad, which is surprisingly suitable reading. I myself do not write anything ... ".

And at night in the daytime and high sky I see the records of my destinies. I know that about me, distant, Akhmatova's siren verse rings.

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Not weeks, not months - years We parted. And now, finally, the Chill of real freedom And a gray crown over the temples. There is no more betrayal or betrayal, And you do not listen to the light, As the stream of evidence flows, My incomparable righteousness. And, as always happens in the days of a break, The ghost of the first days knocked on our door, And a silver willow burst into the gray splendor of the branches. To us, frenzied, bitter and arrogant, Do not dare to raise their eyes from the ground, A bird sang in a blissful voice About how we took care of each other.

Each of them walked towards his own tragedy. N.S. Gumilyov was shot in 1921 for participating in a counter-revolutionary conspiracy.

You cannot be alive, You cannot get out of the snow: Twenty-eight bayonets, Firearms five. I sewed a bitter new thing for a Friend. Loves, loves blood Russian land.

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The son of Anna Andreevna and Nikolai Stepanovich became a scientist, not a poet, but he did not escape repression.

Husband in the grave, Son in prison - Pray for me ...

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Mysterious non-meeting deserted celebrations, Untold speeches, Silent words. Uncrossed views They do not know where to lie, And only tears are glad, That they can flow for a long time. Rosehip of the Moscow region, Alas! With something here, And all this will be called the love of the Immortal.

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