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32 lines
866 B
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Bob Kryuchkin
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Along the quarter, along the quarter platoon walked,
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Bob Kryuchkin fittingly lead the singing.
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A meet, unconditionally, without haste,
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It was the belle-soul.
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Vasya Kryuchkin saw it,
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He smiled like a full moon.
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And Basil knows what's what -
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Maroussia like him.
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Maroussia forgotten here about the case,
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He turned and went after us.
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And Basil - he is an expert on heart wounds -
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Yes overflowed like an accordion.
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Then there was this same love,
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What excites and disturbs our blood.
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We see Bob with excitement paled
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And once again he began to sing a song.
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So we sang, maybe two il for three hours,
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Wheezing, lost votes,
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But do not give up - the blood plays in ourselves,
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And we have a wall of love!
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Sees platoon that our bad deeds.
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Oh, Maroussia, to what we brought!
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He shouted the platoon commander: "It's a song to stop!"
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Well, then, so be it. 1942 |