Friday, June 23, 2006

Blows From Within The Empire

This is the birthday of Anna Akhmatova.
In the awful days of the Yezhovschina I passed seventeen months in the outer waiting line of the prison visitors in Leningrad. Once, somebody 'identified' me there. Then a woman, standing behind me in the line, which, of course, never heard my name, waked up from the torpor, typical for us all there, and asked me, whispering into my ear (all spoke only in a whisper there):
"And can you describe this?"
And I answered:
"Yes, I can."
Then the weak similarity of a smile glided over that, what had once been her face.
--Instead of a preface, "Requiem 1935 - 1940"

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