A.Akhmatova, Echo - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

Echo
by Anna Akhmatova

All the ways to past are now closed,
What the past for me today, what for?
What do you see there? - The bloody stones,
Or the bricked up surely so heavy door?
Or the echo, which is still repeating
Words, and never could this action stop,
I am asking it to end, but really
It is carrying weight, as in my heart, for long.

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In russian and bulgarian translation
by Maria Shandurkova:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2012/08/07/6992