and son Lev in 1916
(image from akhmatova.org)
a portrait by Yury Annenkov
(image from ahmatova.niv.ru)
But my steps were light.
I pulled the glove from my left hand
Mistakenly onto my right.
Uzbekistan (image from hrono.ru)
Or saving wings of alien birth -
I was then there – with whole my nation -
There, where my nation, alas! was.
One in a circle roams:
Waits for a girl of his gone days,
Or for returning home.
By a way nor straight, nor broad,
But into never and nowhere,
Like trains – off the railroad.