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Sl. and muses. S. Tymoshenko, Omsk

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Light candle on the glass shone
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Yes, under the crack in the stove, only a cricket creak
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The wind was like a wolf behind the window
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I, crouching at the table, poured tea silently
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Suddenly, in an interview, grandfather at this late hour
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How a big secret began his story
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And, letting cigarette smoke on the floor,
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Talked about how he became gray -haired
“I remember how now,” my grandfather told me,
I received an order, I take a package
Two villages to the front front,
And the path led straight to the backbone
I sat in a sleigh that froze with ice,
Slowly drove the horse with a whip
Suddenly graying a haze, becoming a weave,
Calm around on my way

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And the blizzard was growling like a beast,
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I whipped snow in the face,
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The path was confused between the fir trees,
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Becoming only angrier in the evening
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And to match such weather
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Everything suddenly froze in nature
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All sounds fell silent in a white darkness,
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But the wolves woke up

2. (transition to tonality EM)
This year of all the most fierce was
The beasts and those did not have enough strength
But these dogs have a will, like tin,
Once under the clang fangs, the wool shone so
I saw them, on the back of frost
Even the horse fell silent, squeezing the tail,
Only steam from the nostrils warmed up winter air
And even faster he flew forward

I drove the cartridge and aimed at the side
And, having published a moan, the wolf lay alone,
And after him is another, and then still
Yes, only the battle fought an unequal account,
But suddenly changing the howl to the squeal,
The wolves stood up and pressed down
I, laughing through sweat, showed them a bayonet
But, looking ahead, bit his tongue

The horse hid in wild fear
Like under an ax on a block
The haze opened over the path,
Forest surviving a wolf howl,
There I blocked the road
We are unknown to us
The staff in the fingers is clamping,
Like an old woman all is a gray

3. (transition to tonality fm#)
Do not turn into the sides, there is a snowdrift
And back to the wolves - this is right into the coffin
Know the path to us from these places
And I brought the pectoral cross to my lips
Clutching a fist UZDU, I whistled whip
And, screaming in the blizzard, "our Father ..." sang
The horse under the whip tore on his teeth a reason,
But through the snow shaft, all the same went forward

(transition to the tonality of GM)
Fire candles in impenetrable darkness
Suddenly a dawn smiled at me in the night
Coemushin screaming, accelerating sadness,
Mgl sifted in a moment and cleared the path
The old people then told me
This death was waiting for us on that path
Would become a rut me dear to hell
If only I turned back

Half years have passed, but still
Sneaks up already to trembling
Here is a story ... "
Grandfather fell silent, washing a tear,
Well, I, looking at the sky,
I thought: True or not,
To make me fate,
If I was driving that path? ...