
Somehow, on this portrait, she reminds us of great Russian queens – and she truly was one.
“To the golden-lipped Anne — to a word
That all of Russia redeems!
Carry away my voice
And my heavy sigh, wind.About quiet bow of the earth among
Golden fields, O the burning skies,
Tell the story; and also about
From the agony blackened eyes.You attained once again
Marina Tsvetaeva, To Akhmatova. 9, 1916.
In the thundering height!
You — the nameless one!
Carry love of mine
To the gold-lipped Anne —
All of Russia!”

