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47 lines
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Lyubushka
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Waste travushka wrinkled
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In the garden, which ripens the grapes.
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Waste Lyubushka guys
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About love, about feelings say.
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Seven she bewitched,
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But she does not know - why,
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Golovushku gone to seven,
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And one came forward.
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It was not a meeting and parting
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In addition eh icy key.
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There, Lyuba gave promise
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Love forever hot.
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Before dawn Luba said,
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In parting, tears lila
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Nothing in the memory is not bestowed,
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And as soon as I give my heart.
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Mil went far, far away,
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Nightingale flew cheerful.
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But, perhaps, this very evening,
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He remembered his swallow.
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In that region, where dawns sprout,
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Where deceptive calm at night,
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He is standing with a friend on patrol
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On the Amur - fast river.
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He stands and hears every bush,
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Each stone sees ahead ...
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Nothing special is not writing,
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Only he writes: "Ljuba, wait."
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Luba is waiting for the appointed time,
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Will be released in the field, will sing a song:
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Soon eh cute from the Far East
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She will bring back to the heart?
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Rises month evening smells of mint,
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In black braids can not see any DIG ...
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Oh, go in vain for her children,
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Oh, vain trample boots! 1937
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