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Everything promised him to me:
the sky's faded, scarlet rim,
sweet dream on Christmas Eve,
the many-sounding wind at Easter,

the red vine shoots,
waterfalls in the park,
two large dragonflies
on the rusty iron fence.

I could not but believe
that he would be friends with me,
as I walked the hill slopes
on the hot stone paths.

- Anna Akhmatova
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