Here you will find thePoemHere Pushkins Endless Exile Has Begunof poet Anna Akhmatova
Here Pushkin's endless exile has begun, And Lermontov's exile turned out fatal, The mountain grass has a smell so sweet and gentle, And only once I managed to discern, By the lake under the dense shade of a chinara, In the early evening and ferocious trice The glare of insatiable dark eyes Of the immortal lover of Tamara.
