Like a daughter of old blind Oedipus... (Словно дочка слепого Эдипа... Анна Ахматова)
Like a daughter of old blind Oedipus,
Muse was bringing the prophet to his end,
One wildly maddening with fear linden
That mournful May bloomed to bend
Just in front of the window, where one moment
He spoke to me that ahead
He saw his way gilded with feathers,
Where the will of the God protected him.
