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И в День Победы, нежный и туманный,
Когда заря, как зарево, красна,
Вдовою у могилы безымянной
Хлопочет запоздалая весна.
Она с колен подняться не спешит,
Дохнет на почку, и траву погладит,
И бабочку с плеча на землю ссадит,
И первый одуванчик распушит.
On Victory Day, serene and misty,
When sunset, as if blazing, is all red,
The spring belated has been busy
Like a widow at a nameless grave.
She kneels and is in no hurry to be off,
Would puff on a bud and brush the green lawn,
And take a butterfly from shoulder down,
And fluff up a nascent dandelion.
–Anna Akhmatova, Памяти Друга (1945)(Marina Korsakova-Kreyn transl.)(Victory Day, the День Победы of this piece, falls on May 9. This commemorates the conclusion of the Second World War.)
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