Анна Панкратова - Баллада о седине
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One old man said to another:
"Look, what a spring!"
Another old man answered him:
"We also believed dreams."

One thought: "Let's leave soon
Somewhere beyond the horizon ... "
Another thought: "Death is a house,
In which immortality is waiting. "

They were silent. One for two
And the spring was really raging
Let one hundred and thirty thirties in it were different -
They did not melt their gray hair.

I said one: "About the last war
I just can't forget. "
The other answered: "Our memory of her -
A mediocre joke of fate.

The arithmetic of the past years is complex
Sorry about the past - do not regret.
We have only one hundred and thirty victories for two
And as many as one hundred and thirty deaths. "

One hundred and thirty deaths were remembered, and there,
Where everyone was silent about his own
The winds touched their heads
One hundred and thirty gray January.

The old man handed the old man kiset:
"No wonder we believed to dreams!
We have lived for many sad years -
And spring comes again. "

And after, for the young, leaving the words
We sat at the edge of the water.
And they listened to how the grass sprouts,
In the thawed winters.

And, in the tubes silently stuffing the tobacco,
They let smoke with rings ...
You have been one old man for a hundred years. -
The other at thirty became gray.