Александр Твардовский - Гармонь
текст песни

On the road of Ofrontovova,
Bought out, as in the ranks,
There was a fighter in the overcoat of the new
Called up his rifle regiment,
Its first company.
Walked easily and even bravo
Because of this,
That he waved his right,
Like the left hand.
Put out. Yes, besides
Frost clicked through the forest,
Pinched on the way all the same
Corrected, hesitated under the mice.
Suddenly - a signal over a bend,
The driver threw the door
Inhibits:
- Sit down, infantry,
The cheeks would be in snow.
Far off?
- To the front back.
He cured his hand.
- It's clear.
Not a hero?
- There is no while.
- Then get the pouch.
Smoke, go. The coffin is the road.
Between the snowdrifts - the tunnel.
A little what, you will turn a little,
As you turned off - take off your overcoat.
- Good - as there is a shovel.
- Okay, otherwise the trouble.
- Good - your guys.
- Okay, but how when.
The truck thunders three -ton,
Suddenly the column is ahead.
Whether you are on foot or equestrian
And with the car - wait and wait.
Use the parking lot.
The conversation is not a conversation.
Leaned over the steering wheel, -
The driver was silent,
The driver fell asleep.
How many days are half -second,
How much mile in the snowstorm is blind
On the roads brought
He left for Hoba ...
From a dull forest edge
To the invisible river -
Tanks, kitchens, guns stood up,
Tractors, trucks,
Cars - crookedly, askance,
In a row, not hardly, forward-back,
Caterpillars and wheels
They are still screaming in the snow.
In the open, the wind is harsh
Evil frost near iron,
Blowing into the soul, enters the chest -
Do not touch somehow.
- That's the trouble: in the entire column
There is no harmony
And the frost - neither become nor sit ...
He took off his gloves, grating his palms,
He hears suddenly:
-There is an accordion.
Dreaming snow granular,
Monetted - dance does not dance -
There are two tankers near the tank
They warm their legs in reserve.
- Who has harmonies, guys?
-Yes, she is here, brother ...-
He looked around guilty
On the driver of the shooter.
“So play the path?”
- Yes, play - it is not harm.
- What's the matter? Whose accordion is?
- Whose was, brother, no ...
And the driver already said
Instead of his friend:
- Our commander was an amateur ...
We burned him.
- So ... - with an awkward smile
The fighter looked around
Like he is a mistake,
Reluctantly offended.
Explains carefully
To finish the speech on that:
-I thought, you can play something,
I thought that to protect her.
And the shooter:
- Here in this tower
He sat in a battle yesterday ...
Three - we were friends.
- Yes, it is impossible so impossible.
I can understand myself,
I am the second, brother, war ...
And I have a wound,
And one shells.
And again - judge -
Maybe tomorrow - from a place to battle ...
“You know what,” said the driver, “
Well, play, jester with you.
Just took a fighter three -shaped,
Immediately visible - a harmonist.
For start, for order
He threw his fingers from top to bottom.
Beded village
Suddenly he started, closing his eyes
The sides of the native Smolenskaya
Sad memorable motive,
And from that accordion of the old,
That remained an orphan
Somehow suddenly it became warmer
On the road front -line.
And the fighter calls somewhere
Far, easily leads.
- Ah, what are you all guys,
The young people are still young.
I would not say that - -
I will save myself.
I would have played so, -
It is a pity that I can’t better.
Heat, to rush
Everyone goes to the harmonist.
Surround.
- Stand, brothers,
Give me a blow in your hands.
- the guy froze his fingers, -
Embreative help is necessary.
- You know, throw these waltzes
Give the one that ...
And again down the glove,
He looked around well done
And as if that three -shaped
He turned the other end.
Danzes for a couple of couple
They suddenly rushed from the place.
Breathed frosty steam
A tight circle warmed up.
- More fun, dizzy, ladies!
Do not step on socks!
And the driver runs the same
Fearing to be late.
Whose breadwinner is whose drinker,
Where did he come to the court?
He shouted so that they parted:
- Give me, otherwise I will die! ..
And went, went to work,
Approaching and threatening
Yes, how will he invent something
Which cannot be expressed.
As if on a holiday on a branch
The floorboards are oppressed in the hut,
Jokes, sayings
Saws under his feet.
....