I was thirteen (foal)


I was thirteen, I soon
Go to county, I call on the horse.
I have to pester the board of the collective farm:
"Why not give me a foal?

I will teach him by word and affection,
Water key satiated,
Decorated with inlaid bridle caucasian -
To know the master's foal my voice,
Master's my hand. "

Meets Chairman: - Take your time,
Is ride called up the kids?
I keep telling him, and night and day:
"We together with foal podrastom!

I comb his tail comb from copper,
Water key satiated,
Dewy grass feed at dawn -
And it will be quick, like a bird, like the wind,
And he did not get tired in the battle. "

I went six months to the chairman,
I have half a year plagued his request.
And now I go happy, as in a dream -
Voronoi colt gave me!

I brush it, works without sparing,
Key water sing.
Ah, if only we grow up as quickly as possible -
And swallow easier and faster than the wind,
Shoot in the Cossack ranks!
...
Ah, if only we grow up as quickly as possible -
And swallow easier and faster than the wind,
Shoot in the Cossack ranks! 1940