Текст песни Анна Ахматова - Уединение

So many stones thrown at me
That none of them is scary anymore
And the trap became a slender tower,
High among tall towers.
I thank her builders,
Let their care and sorrow pass.
From here I see the dawn before
Here the sun's last ray triumphs.
And often in the windows of my room
The winds of the northern seas come in
And the dove eats wheat from my hands ...
And the page I did not add -
Divinely calm and light
The dark hand will add the Muse.