Alastair wrote a great review of the book, Khrushchev: The Man and His Era. I’m about halfway through – it’s excellent. At any rate, I came across a quote from Anna Akhamatova, whose poetry I recall reading a little of in my 20s. Reading some it now has left me speechless:
“Terror fingers all things in the dark,
Leads moonlight to the axe.
There’s an ominous knock behind the
A ghost, a thief or a rat…”
“You are no longer among the living,
You cannot rise from the snow.
A bitter new shirt
For my beloved I sewed.
The Russian earth loves, loves
Droplets of blood.”
It is time to pick up a copy of this book.