"...I was then with my people, Where my people, unfortunately, were." Anna Akhmatova really went through everything with her country - the collapse of the empire, the Red Terror, and the war. With calm dignity, as befits the “Anna of All Rus',” she endured both short periods of glory and long decades of oblivion. A hundred years have passed since the publication of her first collection “Evening,” but Akhmatova’s poetry has not turned into a monument to the Silver Age and has not lost its pristine freshness. The language in which female love is expressed in her poems is still understandable to everyone. This publication includes poems, poems, diaries and letters from Akhmatova.