send-off


As a mother I
accompanied,
As here, all my relatives
He passed over:

"And where are you, boy?
And where are you?
Did not go to you, Vanek,
Yes, a soldier!
In the Red Army bayonets,
Tea there.

Without you, the Bolsheviks
Cost.
you go willy-nilly?
Al from the hunt?
Vanya, Vanya, perish
Not for you.

Mother, suffering for you,
Turned gray.
Avon in the field and in the house
How many things!

As things are now gone:
Lubo-cute!
How right we earth
Rolled!

Oppression is still no
And in sight.
Better if you are married, the light,
On Arina.

With a young wife would live.
Not lazy! "
Here I own mother
Bowed.

He bowed all kin
At the threshold:
"Do not you whine at me.
For God's sake.

Whether all such as you,
scatterbrain,
What would remain of Moscow,
From Rasei?

Everything went used the old way,
On Nedolya.
B took you back again from
Earth will;

Sat down to a gentleman on the ground
Malyuta evil.
We used howled in bondage
The most fierce.

And I'm going to not dance -
At the feast,
Pokidayuchi you
Mother-old woman:

With the Red Army go
I was like,
Fight to the death I will lead
With aristocratic rabble,

That the priest, that with his fist -
The entire conversation:
The belly fat bayonet
Bloodsuckers!

Do not give up? die,
To hell with you!
We will be sweeter paradise
Taken from the battle -

Not bloody drunk paradise
Miroedsky -
Russia native, a free edge,
Edge of the Soviet! "1918