Виталий Аксенов - На горе ,на горушке...стоит колоколенка...
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On the mountain, on the mountain, there is a bell,
And from the noto, the machine gun beats the pole,
And lies on a pole with boots to the sun
With the milestock, our heroic platoon.

We zapaditsa with twisted fingers.
Bullets like sparrow splash in dust ...
Dmitry Gorokhov, yes sergeant Mukhov
These were the sparrow and found.

Then the elder of the Krupennikov tells me thinly,
So that I take a death for a garlic people,
So that he chokes on a bell
With a mile, brushing this bitch cat.

I adjusted the bayonet tight to my rifle,
An old Nagan shoved behind the boot.
"Glory" of the third degree and the Medal are courageous
With the left, he put the side of the side deep in his pocket.

They gave me a cracker, they threw me a chinarik,
I put a flask of Krupennikov to me.
I tried it, remembered my mother's mother
And the pole quickly ran across the field.

And on the bell bitch, the cat was nervous,
He began to fang me, for sure.
Yes, you see, Sorinochka, Small grain
The fierce fell into the eye, a hand sung.

I dropped the rifle and fell by the pebble,
So that I thought the enemy, as if hooking.
Yes, he saw the shot - he did not immediately believe me
And he planted a long stone on the stone.

Yes, apparently, it was not fate to try my bullet ...
The elder of Krupennikov himself stood like a parade.
Immediately from the bell, cheerfully chiric
Ptashechki flew into the chest, threw back.

Tricks-horsemen, tower-grooves ...
What will anyone get, whose current is now?
The wound is uninhabited, the memory is indestructible,
Sunny, yes to Polyushko, and a heroic platoon ...