We don't know who we are-
The Children of the Red Star?
The Children of the Black Star?
or the ones of the new graves...
The Dance of Death
So strangely sweet...
But till the TIME didn't come
For Fall of Man -
TIME punishes us...

"As a white stone in the well's cool deepness,
There lays in me one wonderful remembrance.
I am not able and don't want to miss this:
It is my torture and my utter gladness.
" Anna Akhmatova , 1916

My hands clasped under a veil, dim and hazy…
"Why are you so pale and upset?"
That’s because I today made him crazy
With the sour wine of regret.

Can't forget! He got out, astound,
With his mouth distorted by pain...
I, not touching the railing, ran down,
I was running to him till the lane.

Fully choked, I cried, “That's a joke --
All that was. You get out, I'll die."
And he smiled very calmly, like stroke:
"It is windy right here -- pass by."