<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345097" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Twenty-First. Night. Monday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twenty-first. Night. Monday.<br>Silhouette of the capitol in darkness.<br>Some good-for-nothing -- who knows why--<br>made up the tale that love exists on earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">People believe it, maybe from laziness<br>or boredom, and live accordingly:<br>they wait eagerly for meetings, fear parting,<br>and when they sing, they sing about love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the secret reveals itself to some,<br>and on them silence settles down...<br>I found this out by accident<br>and now it seems I'm sick all the time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anna+Akhmatova">Anna Akhmatova</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345097" data-title="Twenty-First. Night. Monday de Anna Akhmatova" data-description="Twenty-first. Night. Monday. Silhouette of the capitol in darkness. Some good-for-nothing -- who knows why-- made up the tale that love exists on earth. People believe it, maybe from laziness or boredom, and live accordingly: they wait eagerly fo..."></div> </div> </div>

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