Widely regarded as the greatest work of one of Russia's finest twentieth century poets. This is an eye-witness account, reverie, memoir, hallucination, of living in Leningrad during the Nazi Siege and Stalin's purges. Good, serviceable translation that, to be better, would have to be done by an English poetic genius who could so re-cast it into English, that it would no longer be true to the original.

Once upon a time, I was reading this, and began crying. An acquaintance said, "Ah, you are Russian!" I honestly replied, "No, but I am a human being" ( )