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22 lines
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I returned home
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He returned to his homeland. Rustling birch counter.
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For many years I served without leave in a strange land.
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And here I go in my youth I Zarechnaya street,
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And our quiet street not know.
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Here rose garden above the beach with shady paths,
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The outskirts of built up, the factory - do not know.
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In his home jacket, scarf in peas
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Gray-haired, long-awaited, I was met by my mother.
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There is so much we have lived here many paths explored by,
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There is so much we have experienced the joys and thunderstorms.
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Let the cry goodbye soldier is not allowed in an hour,
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But I admire the motherland and do not hide the tears.
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I returned home. And the pond under the willow
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You wait as long in years, the arrival of my ...
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Would our Homeland rich but happy,
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A higher happiness of the Motherland is not nothing in the world! 1951 |