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We aged a hundred years, and this happened in a single hour: the short summer had already died, the body of the ploughed plains smoked.

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
Anna Ahmatova
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Anna Andreevna Gorenko
Anna Andreevna Akhmatova
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