The Final Toast

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Я пью за разорённый дом,
За злую жизнь мою,
За одиночество вдвоём,
И за тебя я пью,—

За ложь меня предавших губ,
За мертвый холод глаз,
За то, что мир жесток и груб,
За то, что Бог не спас.

Read by Anna Akhmatova, July 27, 1934.

The final toast

I drink to this ruined home,
To my evil life,
To our mutual loneliness,
And I drink to you—

To the lie from the lips that betrayed me,
To the deadly coldness of your eyes,
To the fact that the world is cruel and crude,
To the fact that God did not save us.

–Anna Akhmatova, translation by Jenny Wade


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