About him as a living


I used to joyful song
Flying to meet him.
And my tongue numb,
And on the lips of the seal.

But I know he did not like
No use to grieve,
He gladly taught to be friends,
A grief - to fight.

Simple as if austere,
But wise, as a nation,
He ardently loved children
And its firmament.

He talked about his mission
Model holding,
Lazily, as if it is
About various trifles.

Words throws slowly,
And eyes sparkle at times,
And seen - wide shower,
And it is clear that the hero.

And the name of Stalin in his speeches
He uttered,
As if to the sun
He offered up the thought!

And now I know, and in any
Before it reaches the heart,
With more strong hand
My hand will not shrink.

And verse excited sings
About him as a living.
He's alive, like air, like people
In his immortality! 1938