All promised him to me

All promised him to me:
The heaven's edge, dark and kind,
And lovely Christmas sleep
And multi-ringing Easter wind,

And the red branches of a twig,
And waterfalls inside a park,
And two dragonflies
On rusty iron of a bulwark.

And I could not disbelieve,
That he'll befriend me today
When on the mountain slopes I went
Along hot stone pathway.

By Anna Akhmatova
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
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