Separation - Akhmatova

That's North Sea coast,
That is the boundary of our troubles and the glory, —
I do not understand, of happiness or grief
you cry, my feet leaning.
I do not need more of the doomed -
prisoners, Hostages, slaves,
Only with my dear and steadfast
I will share the bread and shelter.

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Vladimir Mayakovsky
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