Lyubushka


Waste travushka wrinkled
In the garden, which ripens the grapes.
Waste Lyubushka guys
About love, about feelings say.

Seven she bewitched,
But she does not know - why,
Golovushku gone to seven,
And one came forward.

It was not a meeting and parting
In addition eh icy key.
There, Lyuba gave promise
Love forever hot.

Before dawn Luba said,
In parting, tears lila
Nothing in the memory is not bestowed,
And as soon as I give my heart.

Mil went far, far away,
Nightingale flew cheerful.
But, perhaps, this very evening,
He remembered his swallow.

In that region, where dawns sprout,
Where deceptive calm at night,
He is standing with a friend on patrol
On the Amur - fast river.

He stands and hears every bush,
Each stone sees ahead ...
Nothing special is not writing,
Only he writes: "Ljuba, wait."

Luba is waiting for the appointed time,
Will be released in the field, will sing a song:
Soon eh cute from the Far East
She will bring back to the heart?

Rises month evening smells of mint,
In black braids can not see any DIG ...
Oh, go in vain for her children,
Oh, vain trample boots! 1937