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2020-01-06 14:46:37 +01:00
The Ballad of the banner
Morning, bright as a splint.
Terrible. Long. Ratna.
Rifle Regiment was defeated.
Our. In this unequal battle.
How many guys were killed
In that fight, I do not know.
Wither - without roots -
Regimental colors.
Clouds were sad
Above the hushed battle.
And then from their native land
He stood a soldier who was killed.
He paused. I grieve.
And - to spite burns -
His bandaged chest
He crimson silk.
And fed to the east,
Ancestral home raving,
On the ground as big as a sigh.
Slowly, as time.
Pauls empty birch.
It was forest gully.
He considered himself a regiment
Surrounded by the enemy!
From it he went out
Menacing and tired.
Myself and the commander,
And the chief of staff.
He walked for a long time is not easy.
It was up to his waist in rosah,
Based on the shaft,
as a prophetic staff.
He was waiting for his hour,
Revenge on the enemy blood.
He slept in the field, and his
The Banner was warm ...
It rained. Spinning haze.
I gasped the storm.
Man did not take a bullet -
It flattens the bullet!
Well, if I took
Frantic vain -
Blood was undetectable,
Red on red ...