Павел Славинский - Дед Василёк.
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In the lovely Stolbtsy region
We bought ourselves a dacha
There are pine forests there
There is the Nalibokskaya forest

Alena's dream came true
She moved to the village
A greenhouse, a flowerbed, a vegetable garden
The horse lives for the soul

A wonderful summer hayfield
And we desperately need a supply
And for help, always
Everyone called Grandpa Vasilek

He's already ninety
But he drives the tractor like a pro

He never asked anyone for money for help
He'd take diesel fuel sometimes
Only for his steel steed

And curiosity got the better of us
It led us to the neighbor
We always wanted to find out
How Vasilek could have become like this?

Everything was like this after the war.
From dawn to the moon.
The men worked in the fields.

Our Vasilek was tinkering with the bodywork.
And the tractor driver was smoking.
Then he made a mistake and backed up.
And he crushed Vasilek.
Into a bloody sheet, only his head was intact.

Friends took Vasilek, barely alive, to the hospital.
The doctors tried their best to save him.
They didn't believe he'd live.

Alone in intensive care.
He kept repeating, like a prayer.
"Don't you dare die yet."
After all, we need to raise our sons!

And all the doctors were amazed!
They couldn't figure it out.
Our Vasilek wasn't dying!
Our Vasilek wasn't dying!

Then he became severely disabled.
He raised his children in the village.
He had to endure much suffering.
But he didn't dare complain about his fate.

He bought a broken tractor.
And spent a long time fixing it himself.
He helped everyone as much as he could.
But he never took money.

Only once, in his declining years, did the kindest grandfather give in.
He and his little granddaughter, before a thunderstorm.
He was dragging hay, barely alive.
And not a single lost soul came to help them with the hay.

Our Vasilok was offended.
For a couple of days! Such was the time, Vasilek struggled with himself.
And then, there was no refusal.
Grandfather sparkled with kindness.

Years passed...
From Vasilek's generation, death had long since claimed everyone.
But death still shuns him.
Almost holy Vasilek.
Death passes him by, not suddenly.
But as a recognition of his merits.

From hundreds of souls, through pain and toil.
Through years of hardship, not suddenly.
The Creator nurtured a miracle flower.
Steel Vasilek blossomed here.

If things are bad for you.
If life is no longer sweet to you.
If fate does not bring you joy.
Remember Grandfather Vasilek.