61 lines
1.6 KiB
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61 lines
1.6 KiB
Plaintext
At six miles from the capital,
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At six miles from the capital,
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Low barrow ...
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Its like the sinister birds
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And kisses marsh mist ...
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In January, these birds are seen,
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As soldiers on the field come,
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As the night hastily dug
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Polumerzlye clods;
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How stretchers one after the other
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With the dead were here;
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As of abandoned bodies under the earth
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Parted swished water;
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How cold body pushed
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Hastily in bast bag;
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Like a corpse in a bag knead,
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As the bent knee at his feet ...
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And the kind of ominous birds
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(Could not sleep last night)
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As soldiers paled face,
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As sighs soldier's chest ...
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At six miles from the capital,
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Low barrow ...
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Its like the sinister birds
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And kisses marsh mist ...
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Under the deep, fluffy touch
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Dazzling white snow
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Dead shelters - account
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Ninety bast bags ...
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Inseparable fraternal semeyu
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Pochiyut they are in the ground:
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Someone with a broken right through his head,
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Someone with a lead bullet in the chest ...
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And we saw the ominous birds,
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How deep evening fog
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Dusty, dirty face
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They came to this mound;
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How sad and long standing
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And before the way to leave the hill,
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All threats to someone whispering
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And made a vow to take revenge! ..
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At six miles from the capital,
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Low barrow ...
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Its like the sinister birds
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And kisses marsh mist ...
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In May of this ominous bird
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In mound seen people
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And contrary lashes flicker,
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And piercing bullets fly;
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How exhausted heavy struggle
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And unequal - the crowd gave way,
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How the bloody banner of native
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Cossack was trampled into the mud ...
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But ominous bird uzreyut -
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And already close this time! -
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How bloody banner zaveet
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Over the top of his native hill! .. 1905 |