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894 B
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32 lines
894 B
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Rano ranenko (tobacco pouches)
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Rano ranenko to Zorka in ice drift
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I collected a good hiking.
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On his pouch for good, not for evil
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Scarlet silk sewing-embroidered star.
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Sheela-embroidered remove the head
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Hammer and sickle on red silk canvas.
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And my left kruchinushka
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To fight with the enemies in the distant region.
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It died down thunder summer harvest,
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Shepherds herd driven to the winter.
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Only none of my dear
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No answer, not a greeting, nothing.
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The cold late autumn in December
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Grated gateway to the courtyard.
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From the front, I brought a friend is our neighbor
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Silk embroidered, painted blood pouch ...
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I grieve no one show,
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Dark night, I go out in the field on Mezhuyev,
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I will cry, I will be narrowed to call,
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I will shed tears on the road.
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I love your forever will not change,
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Your pouch, embroidered silks, save,
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In spring about your curls brown
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I will sing, alone, nightingales ... |