Bob Kryuchkin


Along the quarter, along the quarter platoon walked,
Bob Kryuchkin fittingly lead the singing.
A meet, unconditionally, without haste,
It was the belle-soul.

Vasya Kryuchkin saw it,
He smiled like a full moon.
And Basil knows what's what -
Maroussia like him.

Maroussia forgotten here about the case,
He turned and went after us.
And Basil - he is an expert on heart wounds -
Yes overflowed like an accordion.

Then there was this same love,
What excites and disturbs our blood.
We see Bob with excitement paled
And once again he began to sing a song.

So we sang, maybe two il for three hours,
Wheezing, lost votes,
But do not give up - the blood plays in ourselves,
And we have a wall of love!

Sees platoon that our bad deeds.
Oh, Maroussia, to what we brought!
He shouted the platoon commander: "It's a song to stop!"
Well, then, so be it. 1942