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Song of the MI Kalinin
Fly, an Privetnoye,
Fly to the far edge.
Us bow Kalinin
In the capital, tell -
All large and small,
From women and the elderly,
From today's farmers,
From former peasants.
Tell me a letter, Kalinin,
What we love it -
Mentor, friend
And a friend of his.
To him, day and night
From all corners of the earth
For Lenin righteousness
We drove and walked.
And the joys and sorrows
I handed him the people:
Kalinych supposedly Consider
Kalinych plead.
And he sat there, pondering
Before dawn -
Simple operating St. Petersburg,
A peasant from Tver.
For every good
He found the word,
With straight road Lenin
Nowhere had turned.
With straight road Lenin
Nowhere had turned,
......... Kalinin
No one came. 1940