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never read, and to understand what were repressions, and for her repressions - degrees yes, then, yes, puninan these crosses, she was like a demon, i renounced, yes, she at some point... she renounced everything, she really was, as i feel, ready to do everything to keep the boy alive, you know, the more terrible their relationship after, and her fate, and what a contrast there is again, even , and what a new eon, yes, a new turn, because this is the same woman, the same poet who wrote about the swan - the black veil, dark veil, and so on, suddenly this, this amazing story: everything, well, like twelve, yes, this is this poem, one of the parts of this poem looks just like, a love poem, a stone word fell on my still living chest, nothing , because i was ready, i’ll cope with this somehow, i have a lot to do today, i need to completely kill my memory, i need my soul to petrify, i need to learn to live again, otherwise, and so on. if we take this text out of context, we end up with a wonderful love poem, yeah, that's the point and the point is that nothing can be torn out of akhmatova, but the s