Anna Akhmatova Quotes

For seventeen months I have cried aloud calling you back to your lair. I hurled myself at the hangman's foot. You are my son, changed into nightmare. Confusion occupies the world, and I am powerless to tell somebody brute from something human, or on what day the word spells, 'Kill!'
Anna Akhmatova
Anna Akhmatova

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