volunteers


We have no captivity,
We chose themselves
Churning share
And hot banner.

We Vladimirsky Shlyakhov
The mines left
And Bandage shirt
After the fight kroili.

We shared ounces
Cigarette butts in a circle,
We are in the cold supply trucks
We warmed each other.

Perished in the furnaces and galleries,
Getting the bullets,
But roads roundabout
We have not turned straight.

No one is forced
Obscure recess.
Already we are people -
Do not shake for the skin.

If necessary, it should be.
The flame rinemsya boldly
Accept death as a reward,
For the workers' cause! 1957