« We learned not to meet anymore,
We don’t raise our eyes to one another,
But we ourselves won’t guarantee
What could happen to us in an hour.”(Anna Akhmatova)

« You will hear thunder and will remember me, and you will think: « she wanted storms ».The borders of the sky will be the colour of strong crimson. And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.“
(Anna Akhmatova)