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86 lines
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send-off
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As a mother I
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accompanied,
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As here, all my relatives
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He passed over:
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"And where are you, boy?
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And where are you?
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Did not go to you, Vanek,
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Yes, a soldier!
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In the Red Army bayonets,
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Tea there.
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Without you, the Bolsheviks
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Cost.
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you go willy-nilly?
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Al from the hunt?
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Vanya, Vanya, perish
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Not for you.
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Mother, suffering for you,
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Turned gray.
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Avon in the field and in the house
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How many things!
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As things are now gone:
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Lubo-cute!
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How right we earth
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Rolled!
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Oppression is still no
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And in sight.
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Better if you are married, the light,
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On Arina.
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With a young wife would live.
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Not lazy! "
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Here I own mother
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Bowed.
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He bowed all kin
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At the threshold:
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"Do not you whine at me.
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For God's sake.
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Whether all such as you,
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scatterbrain,
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What would remain of Moscow,
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From Rasei?
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Everything went used the old way,
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On Nedolya.
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B took you back again from
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Earth will;
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Sat down to a gentleman on the ground
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Malyuta evil.
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We used howled in bondage
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The most fierce.
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And I'm going to not dance -
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At the feast,
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Pokidayuchi you
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Mother-old woman:
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With the Red Army go
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I was like,
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Fight to the death I will lead
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With aristocratic rabble,
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That the priest, that with his fist -
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The entire conversation:
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The belly fat bayonet
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Bloodsuckers!
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Do not give up? die,
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To hell with you!
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We will be sweeter paradise
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Taken from the battle -
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Not bloody drunk paradise
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Miroedsky -
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Russia native, a free edge,
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Edge of the Soviet! "1918 |