From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   All promised him to me:   
   The heaven's edge, dark and kind,   
   And lovely Christmas sleep   
   And multi-ringing Easter wind,   
      
   And the red branches of a twig,   
   And waterfalls inside a park,   
   And two dragonflies   
   On rusty iron of a bulwark.   
      
   And I could not disbelieve,   
   That he'll befriend me today   
   When on the mountain slopes I went   
   Along hot stone pathway.   
      
   By Anna Akhmatova   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)