And it seemed to me that there were fires
Flying till dawn without number
And I never found out things-those
Strange eyes of his-what colour?

Everything trembling and singing and
Were you my enemy or my friend,
Winter was it or summer?

Autor: Anna Akhmatova

And it seemed to me that there were fires<br />Flying till dawn without number<br />And I never found out things-those<br />Strange eyes of his-what colour?<br /><br />Everything trembling and singing and<br />Were you my enemy or my friend,<br />Winter was it or summer? - Anna Akhmatova



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