by Anna Akhmatova
He loved three things in life:
Evensong, white peacocks
And old maps of America.
He hated it when children cried,
He hated tea with raspberry jam
And women’s hysterics.
...And I was his wife.
From:
Vecher, (1912)
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Translated from the Russian by Judith Hemschemeyer
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