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Ah, the road ...
Dust and mist
Cold, alarm
Yes steppe weeds .
Can not know
Its share :
Maybe wings are folded
On the steppe .
Sweeps dust under the boots -
steppes , fields, -
A range of raging flames
Yes bullets whistle .

Ah, the road ...
Dust and mist
Cold, alarm
Yes steppe weeds .
Shot burst ,
Crows circling ,
Your friend in the weeds
Lies lifeless .

And on the road races ,
dust, swirling
And all around the earth smokes -
Foreign land !

Ah, the road ...
Dust and mist
Cold, alarm
Yes steppe weeds .
Edge of a pine .
The sun rises .
At the steps of the native
Mother son waits.
And endless ways
steppes , fields -
All of us look vosled
Native eyes .

Ah, the road ...
Dust and mist
Cold, alarm
Yes steppe weeds .
Whether snow , wind
Recall friends.
We appreciate those ...
Can not forget .

1945

Stanza century. Anthology of Russian poetry. Ed. Yevgeny Yevtushenko . Minsk-Moscow , & quot; Polifakt & quot ;, 1995 .
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