It's New to Me

So, I was looking for something else, and I found this poem. I've never read it before, though last year I emailed all of Akhmatova's Requiem to a bunch of people, which I imagine was pretty grim. Anyway, I think the translation works really well.

He loved three things...                      Он любил три вещи...

He loved these three things              Он любил три вещи на свете:
White peacocks, evening songs,        За вечерней пенье, белых павлино
And worn-out maps of America.         И стертые карты Америки.
No crying of children,                   Не любил, когда плачут дети,
No raspberry tea,                        Не любил чая с малиной
No women's hysterics…                 И женской истерики.
I was married to him.                  ...А я была его женой.                              

Translated by Eric Gilla                     9 ноября 1910                                                                                                                                               
                                                                Киев