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... he is rewarded with a form of eternal childhood, with the bounty and vigilance of the stars, the whole world was his inheritance and he shared it with everyone.

Anna Akhmatova

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Anna Akhmatova
Age: 76 †
Born: 1889
Born: June 23
Died: 1966
Died: March 5
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Anna Andreyevna Gorenko
Anna Achmatova
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Anna Andreevna Gorenko
Anna Andreevna Akhmatova
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