My daughter went to a ballet rehearsal at Adelaide University.  They wouldn’t let us watch.  I wandered around for a while and this is what I found.

On one of the walls is a small white piece of paper with poem by Anna Akhmatova, a 20 century poet from Russia.

I drink to home, that is lost,
To evil life of mine,
To loneness in which we’re both,
And to your future, fine, -- 

To lips by which I was betrayed, 
To eyes that deathly cold,
To that that the world is bad and that
We were not saved by God.