Volume 22, Number 12 · July 17, 1975
Amedeo Modigliani
By Anna Akhmatova, Translated by Djemma Bider
I believe those who describe him didn't know him as I did, and here's why. First, I could know only one side of his being—the radiant side. After all I was just a stranger, probably a not easily understood twenty-year-old woman, a foreigner. Secondly, I myself noticed a big change in him when we met in 1911. Somehow, he had grown dark and haggard.
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