мне чуждой весне...

Sometimes I dream about you...
                This is where I grew up and created.
I didn’t go astray here,
                I didn’t reproach myself.
I built factories,
                I was friends with everyone.
I sang odes to labor
                and served honestly.

In my brigade
                there was a Greek and a Pole,
Soso is our Jew,
                And the welder is Rolyak*,
Tatar is Chekhoev*,
                Mamed is an Armenian,
And Russian Izgoev,*
                Yes, our “grandfather”, Mardvin.

We trusted our lives,
                insuring each other.
They conquered the heights,
                Working without skidding.
The installer's honor
                We elevated everything.
At the same time, all flattery
                was driven away.

And now all this
                is just a dream in a dream.
And I veto
                the alien spring to me.

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*-Surnames