A dusty waste-plot by the cemetery,
Behind it, a river flashing blue.
You said to me: ‘Go get thee to a nunnery,
Or get a fool to marry you…’
Well, princes are good at such speeches,
As a girl is quick to tears, –
But may those words stream like an ermine mantle
Behind him for ten thousand years.
– by Анна Ахматова (Anna Akhmatova) (1909, Kiev)
– from Вечер (Evening, 1912), translation by D. M. Thomas