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These incredible watercolours from 19th century Persia show female acrobats - one balancing a glass of water on her head while juggling a lit candle and a vase, and the other doing a handstand. We particularly like the acrobatess on the left, who appears to have a plate of kebabs on a dish on the carpet, as a post-juggling snack.
Algiers
January 2016
Berlin, Mitte - Filming a movie on top of the Berlin cathedralĀ (āBerliner Domā), 1920

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How I loved, and love, to look At your chained shores, At the balconies on which centuries Never set foot. And you are truly the capital, For we who are mad and luminous; But when those pure and special hours Linger above theĀ Neva, And the wind in May sweeps round The columns that edge the water, You are like a sinner seeing, before death, A sweetest dream of paradise.
Modigliani's portrait of Anna Akhmatova -date? black crayon 16 3/4 x 10 3/8 ins
Such strange words That quiet April day brought me. You knew it was still alive in me, That dreadful week of passion. I heard no pealing of bells, Floating in clear azure, For seven days copper laughter chimed, Silvery sorrow streamed. And I, veiling my face, As if for eternal parting, Lay, awaiting there The still-nameless torment.
Anna Akhmatova Reply For Vasily Komarovsky
The road by the seaside garden darkens, The road by the seaside garden darkens, The lights are a fresh yellow. Iām at peace; but please, donāt talk To me about him. Youāre kind and loyal, weāll be friends⦠Walk, kiss, and be old⦠Coming days will fly over us, Lightly, like snowy stars.
Anna Akhmatova
āIf we can only reach the shore, My dear!ā ā āSilentlyā¦ā And so we slipped down the stair, Not breathing, searching for keys. Past the place where we once Danced, and drank the wine, Past the Senateās white columns, To where it was dark as a mine. āWhat are you doing, youāre crazy!ā ā āNo, just in love with you! This breeze ā wide and windy, Will delight a boat or two!ā Throat constrained with horror, The skiff carried us in darkness⦠A sea-cableās strong odour Scorched my quivering nostrils. āTell me, you surely must know: Am I sleeping? So like a dreamā¦ā Only the oars measured blows, On the Nevaās heavy stream. But the black sky lightened, Someone called from a bridge, With both hands I grasped The crossās chain at my breast. Powerless, I was lifted, like A young girl, in your arms, Onto the white yachtās deck, To meet dayās incorruptible charms.
Flight / Lettre For O. A. Kuzmin-Karavaev

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The evening light is broad and yellow,ā The evening light is broad and yellow, Tender, the April chill. You are many years late, Yet Iām glad you are here. Sit down now, close to me, And look with joyful eyes: Here it is, the blue notebook ā Filled with my childhood poems. Forgive me that I lived in sorrow, Rejoiced too little in the sun. Forgive, forgive, that I mistook Too many others for you.
Anna Akhmatova