From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   I'll leave your quiet yard and your white house -   
   Let life be empty and with light complete.   
   I'll sing the glory to you in my verse   
   Like not one woman has sung glory yet.   
      
   And that dear girlfriend you remember   
   In heaven you created for her sight,   
   I'm trading product that is very rare -   
   I sell your tenderness and loving light.   
      
   By Anna Akhmatova   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
   https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)