I Squeezed Hands Under Veil of the Darkness By Anna Akhmatova

I squeezed hands under veil of the darkness... "You are pale today, tell me, why?" Because I gave him drink with tart sadness to be drunk to regret and to cry. Can't forget, he walked out and he staggered And the torture distorted his mouth, I ran down stair to him and I pattered passing by rail to gates with my oath. Caught my breath, I cried out I was kidding I will die if you leave, there was glint He smiled eerily and quiet and pretty And he said: "Do not stand on the wind." P.S. This is my translation of poem by Anna Akhmatova