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32 lines
843 B
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Immortelle
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Down on the steppe late afternoon rest,
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And the sun above the clouds darkened.
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Growing on the mound for the Don River
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Harsh everlasting flower.
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As if its copper petals,
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And stem color of lead.
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It stands on the mound by the river
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Flower Do not bend the wind.
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With his side on the crest of the mound
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Lies Young Cossack, white teeth,
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And his blood warm trickle
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Running from his forehead to the cold lips.
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I wanted to grab the dove feather
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Cossack samoyu before death
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Yes, it was all creased, dispelled in the dust.
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Only one was Helichrysum.
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With him on the ground near Cossack strip
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With a machine gun is broken.
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And he did not leave, and they are gone,
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Soldiers of Nazi infantry.
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To the death of a young Cossack could survive
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And in the eternal memory was bright,
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Helichrysum remained his guard,
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Witness the harsh victory. 1950 |