Evening darkness covers smoothly
Vastness of the steppe.
Handsome cossack rides path slow on horse step by step.
Riding slow, goodly breaking his hat on one side
Near river he sees clear hovel old and reed.
Gray grandfather warms on fire his rags very slow.
"Hello, father!" - cossack sat down
dashing horse and stopped.
"Hello dear!
How far you're away, my friend? ”
- “To the circle of the cossacks,
Soviet one was sent. ”
And grandfather sighed and crossed self
“What a great relief!"
It’s high time for this, my babies!
Right time, I believe!”
1921 77
It s right time D. Bedniy 1921
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