Эдуард Багрицкий Дума про Опанаса Первая часть

The Saga of the Russian Civil War Part 1 after  Edward Bagritski

The Haidamaks sowed
Rye in holy Ukraine,
But they did not reap it.
What should we trying to  make!

T. Shevchenko ("Haidamaks")

Along the slopes the vineyard
Flutters with foliage away
Where Panko from Balta runs
Along the steppe pathway.

Burdocks  badly bites the leg,
Whistles to the pasture of rye,
The Big Dipper shows him the way
As the certain secure guide

The Big Dipper shows the distance
In the clear  vastness
To the  farms.      prosperous
Of the German colonists.

Opanas, don't let missing
 Look around  look carefully
Do you see the hat sheapskin
On the guard protectivefully.

You must have had an unclean conscience
You fled proptlly from Balta city
You stomped to Stohl, colonist, yet
And  ended up with Makhno’s banditti.

Makhno has up to his shoulders
Hair  thick and black.
- Where are you from, homunculus
From which native reg?

Did you end up in our cogort
By mere of motion, isn’t ?
- I, my father , just fled Balta from
To visit Stohl. colonist .

Oh, I'm gnawed by discontentment,
A strong insult a few:
I fled from the food detachment
From Kogan the jew...

Along the ravines and along the slopes
Kogan prowls like a wolf,
He climbs with his nose into the huts,
Which are much taut.

He looks from the left, and to the right,
He angrily snorts:
"Scoop in a minute out the latent
Hidden  rye at last!”

Well, whoever raises a caveat ,
Don't make a fuss, o, brother:
With his mustache to the garbage heap,
Shoot him - and that's the end rather .

The black earth flows like a swamp
From blood and sweat, -
I don't want to wave a rifle gun ,
I want to work at  bread  field.
Oh, father, tell me for mercy
To the one who came from the  afar,
How to find the farm expensive
Colonist Stohlm farm ?

- Stohl? Which is  one person?
Red-haired and gap-toothed?
He was shot far away not
Around the corner from the hut..

And you have no way out
To share trouble with me yet .
If you turn the drawbar out
I'll shut your mouth with a bullet.

Give to  Opanas a fur coat
Of city cloth tight,
Bring to Opanas touts
Glassfull of Young wine!
Hit up his boots sound
Promptly with forged iron
Give him a hat, reward him now
With a bomb and a sawed-off shotgun!
We with you, know, will go far,
Even edge to edge!..-
Mahno self has thick hair
Even up to his shoulders...

Opanas, our bad fatum
Waving a sabre now,
Drunken Field  has become loud.
All over our Ukraine.

Ukraine! Dearest  Mom!
Young rye know up.
Opanas' fate has come
To have trouble with Makhna

Ukraine! Dear Mother!
Young rye  impacts
We used to go to the Cossacks
And now - to the mobsters