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I was thirteen (foal)
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I was thirteen, I soon
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Go to county, I call on the horse.
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I have to pester the board of the collective farm:
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"Why not give me a foal?
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I will teach him by word and affection,
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Water key satiated,
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Decorated with inlaid bridle caucasian -
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To know the master's foal my voice,
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Master's my hand. "
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Meets Chairman: - Take your time,
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Is ride called up the kids?
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I keep telling him, and night and day:
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"We together with foal podrastom!
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I comb his tail comb from copper,
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Water key satiated,
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Dewy grass feed at dawn -
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And it will be quick, like a bird, like the wind,
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And he did not get tired in the battle. "
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I went six months to the chairman,
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I have half a year plagued his request.
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And now I go happy, as in a dream -
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Voronoi colt gave me!
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I brush it, works without sparing,
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Key water sing.
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Ah, if only we grow up as quickly as possible -
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And swallow easier and faster than the wind,
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Shoot in the Cossack ranks!
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Ah, if only we grow up as quickly as possible -
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And swallow easier and faster than the wind,
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Shoot in the Cossack ranks! 1940 |