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Where can I find sufficient strength and force That could reverse the Dvina’s normal course,

I will not Kneel in front of you, executioner, Even though I am your prisoner, I am a slave in your prison.

I have 99 patches, But there are no holes and patches in my soul.

The young and old came to a poet in a crowd, The house is already Filled with guests.

To O.A. Glebova-Sudeikina As you stare at the wall, what is catching your eye,

We will gather around the table one May, Our glasses with crimson wine will be filled,

Hard frost and sunshine – a day of pleasure! You are still drowsy at your leisure –

We have no wine here to regale us So let our tears serve as wine!

I am back! Meet me, my love! Rejoice, even though I am without a leg:

People shed blood in the battles: So many thousands die every day!

You, Kind sisters, for so log Shared with us the burden of war!

My life In front of you on the ground Will fall as a broken flower.