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Rising from the past, my shadow Is running in silence to meet me.

Anna Akhmatova

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Anna Akhmatova
Age: 76 †
Born: 1889
Born: June 23
Died: 1966
Died: March 5
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Literary Critic
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Odesa
Anna Andreyevna Gorenko
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