You ‘ll Live, but I will not;perhaps,
The final turn is that.
Oh, how strongly grabs us
The secret plot of fate .
They differently shot us :
Each creature has its lot,
Each has its order robust ,
A wolf is always shot .
In freedom , wolves are grown,
But deal with them is short
In grass,in ice , in snow,
A wolf is always shot .
Don’t cry ,oh,friend,my dear,
If in the hot or cold ,
From tracks of wolves ,you’ll hear
My desperate recall.
——-Anna Akhmatova
