"Like a white stone in the depths of a well,
a certain memory lingers within me.
I can't and I don't want to struggle;
It is-joy and it is-agony.
I think that someone looking closely
into my eyes will see it immediately,
will become more sorrowful and pensive
than someone heeding a tale of grief.
I know that the gods transformed
humans into objects without killing their minds,
So that my amazing sorrows will live forever,
you've been transformed into this memory of mine."
----Anna Akhmatova--5 June 1916
