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ANNA BARKOVA
(1901-1976).
The steppe and the sky and the
wild wind.
And ruin, and foul debauchery.
Yes, I see, great God,
a mighty he exists.
Only not there, beyond the grave,
it is here surrounding me,
with its anger of the crazed blizzard,
of burning pitch and fire. 1935
Karaganda Prison
(From "Written in prison.
XXth century. Russia")
Bilingual edition - Russian/English. |