Василий Теркин - О награде
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- Нет, ребята, я не гордый.
Не загадывая вдаль,
Так скажу: зачем мне орден?
Я согласен на медаль.
На медаль. И то не к спеху.
Вот закончили б войну,
Вот бы в отпуск я приехал
На родную сторону.
Буду ль жив еще? — Едва ли.
Тут воюй, а не гадай.
Но скажу насчет медали:
Мне ее тогда подай.
Обеспечь, раз я достоин.
И понять вы все должны:
Дело самое простое -
Человек пришел с войны.
Вот пришел я с полустанка
В свой родимый сельсовет.
Я пришел, а тут гулянка.
Нет гулянки? Ладно, нет.
Я в другой колхоз и в третий -
Вся округа на виду.
Где-нибудь я в сельсовете
На гулянку попаду.
И, явившись на вечерку,
Хоть не гордый человек,
Я б не стал курить махорку,
А достал бы я "Казбек".
И сидел бы я, ребята,
Там как раз, друзья мои,
Где мальцом под лавку прятал
Ноги босые свои.
И дымил бы папиросой,
Угощал бы всех вокруг.
И на всякие вопросы
Отвечал бы я не вдруг.
- Как, мол, что? — Бывало всяко.
- Трудно все же? — Как когда.
- Много раз ходил в атаку?
- Да, случалось иногда.
И девчонки на вечерке
Позабыли б всех ребят,
Только слушали б девчонки,
Как ремни на мне скрипят.
И шутил бы я со всеми,
И была б меж них одна...
И медаль на это время
Мне, друзья, вот так нужна!
Ждет девчонка, хоть не мучай,
Слова, взгляда твоего...
- Но, позволь, на этот случай
Орден тоже ничего?
Вот сидишь ты на вечерке,
И девчонка — самый цвет.
- Нет,- сказал Василий Теркин
И вздохнул. И снова: — Нет.
Нет, ребята. Что там орден.
Не загадывая вдаль,
Я ж сказал, что я не гордый,
Я согласен на медаль.
_______
Теркин, Теркин, добрый малый,
Что тут смех, а что печаль.
Загадал ты, друг, немало,
Загадал далеко вдаль.
Были листья, стали почки,
Почки стали вновь листвой.
А не носит писем почта
В край родной смоленский твой.
Где девчонки, где вечерки?
Где родимый сельсовет?
Знаешь сам, Василий Теркин,
Что туда дороги нет.
Нет дороги, нету права
Побывать в родном селе.
Страшный бой идет, кровавый,
Смертный бой не ради славы,
Ради жизни на земле.
- No guys, I'm not proud.
Without making in the distance,
So I will say: why do I need an order?
I agree to the medal.
On the medal. And then not for a hurry.
Here they finished the war,
I wish I came on vacation
On the native side.
Will I be alive yet? - Hardly.
Then fight, not guess.
But I will say about the medal:
Submit it to me then.
Provide, since I am worthy.
And you all must understand:
The most simple thing is -
The man came from the war.
Here I came from a half -steam
To your own village council.
I came, and then a party.
No gylyanka? Okay, no.
I am to another collective farm and to the third -
The whole district is in sight.
I am somewhere in the village council
I’ll get to the party.
And, appearing for the evening
At least not a proud person
I would not smoke a Mahorka,
And I would take out Kazbek.
And I would sit guys
There is just my friends,
Where he hid a mall under the bench
Failures are barefoot.
And I would smoke a papyrosa,
I would treat everyone around.
And to all sorts of questions
I would not answer suddenly.
- How, they say, what? - It happened.
- Is it difficult? - How when.
- Many times went on the attack?
- Yes, sometimes it happened.
And girls on the evening
All the guys have forgotten
Just listened to the girls,
How the belts creak on me.
And I would joke with everyone
And it would be one between them ...
And the medal for this time
I, friends, need it like that!
The girl is waiting, at least do not torment,
Words, your gaze ...
- But, let me, in this case
The order is nothing too?
You are sitting on the evening
And the girl is the color itself.
“No,” said Vasily Terkin
And sighed. And again: - No.
No guys. What is the order.
Without making in the distance,
Well, I said that I'm not proud
I agree to the medal.
_______
Terkin, Terkin, Good Small,
What is laughter, and what is sad.
You made a friend, a lot
I made it far away.
There were leaves, the kidneys became,
The kidneys became again foliage.
And does not wear letters mail
Your native Smolensky.
Where are the girls, where is the evening?
Where is the dear village council?
You know yourself, Vasily Terkin,
That there is no road there.
No road, there is no right
To visit your native village.
A terrible battle is going on, bloody
The mortal battle is not for the sake of glory
For the sake of life on Earth.
Without making in the distance,
So I will say: why do I need an order?
I agree to the medal.
On the medal. And then not for a hurry.
Here they finished the war,
I wish I came on vacation
On the native side.
Will I be alive yet? - Hardly.
Then fight, not guess.
But I will say about the medal:
Submit it to me then.
Provide, since I am worthy.
And you all must understand:
The most simple thing is -
The man came from the war.
Here I came from a half -steam
To your own village council.
I came, and then a party.
No gylyanka? Okay, no.
I am to another collective farm and to the third -
The whole district is in sight.
I am somewhere in the village council
I’ll get to the party.
And, appearing for the evening
At least not a proud person
I would not smoke a Mahorka,
And I would take out Kazbek.
And I would sit guys
There is just my friends,
Where he hid a mall under the bench
Failures are barefoot.
And I would smoke a papyrosa,
I would treat everyone around.
And to all sorts of questions
I would not answer suddenly.
- How, they say, what? - It happened.
- Is it difficult? - How when.
- Many times went on the attack?
- Yes, sometimes it happened.
And girls on the evening
All the guys have forgotten
Just listened to the girls,
How the belts creak on me.
And I would joke with everyone
And it would be one between them ...
And the medal for this time
I, friends, need it like that!
The girl is waiting, at least do not torment,
Words, your gaze ...
- But, let me, in this case
The order is nothing too?
You are sitting on the evening
And the girl is the color itself.
“No,” said Vasily Terkin
And sighed. And again: - No.
No guys. What is the order.
Without making in the distance,
Well, I said that I'm not proud
I agree to the medal.
_______
Terkin, Terkin, Good Small,
What is laughter, and what is sad.
You made a friend, a lot
I made it far away.
There were leaves, the kidneys became,
The kidneys became again foliage.
And does not wear letters mail
Your native Smolensky.
Where are the girls, where is the evening?
Where is the dear village council?
You know yourself, Vasily Terkin,
That there is no road there.
No road, there is no right
To visit your native village.
A terrible battle is going on, bloody
The mortal battle is not for the sake of glory
For the sake of life on Earth.
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