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Over a pier, the first beacon inflamed —
The vanguard of other sea-rangers;
The mariner cried and bared his head;
He sailed with death beside and ahead
In seas, packed with furious dangers.
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By our doors Great Victory stay...
But how we'll glory her advent?
Let women lift higher the children! They blessed
With life mid a thousand thousands deaths —
Thus will be the dearest answered.
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Славно начато славное дело
В грозном грохоте, в снежной пыли,
Где томится пречистое тело
Оскверненной врагами земли.
К нам оттуда родные березы
Тянут ветки и ждут и зовут,
И могучие деды-морозы
С нами сомкнутым строем идут.
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Вспыхнул над молом первый маяк,
Других маяков предтеча,—
Заплакал и шапку снял моряк,
Что плавал в набитых смертью морях
Вдоль смерти и смерти навстречу.
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Победа у наших стоит дверей...
Как гостью желанную встретим?
Пусть женщины выше поднимут детей,
Спасенных от тысячи тысяч смертей,—
Так мы долгожданной ответим.
«No, I can’t ever forget / your child’s mouth, your girl’s glance, / bold — I dream of you, / I speak, I think of you — always — like rhythm. I feel vast oceans / heaving as the moon yaws, / and whole galaxies, burning, / swinging as they have always swung, will always swing....»
«Being drawn into earthly passions, / I vision as from gloom to light / Once, dressed in black, Dark Angel rushes / To cry: "Salvation is a lie!" Yet, unassuming and lighthearted, / Delightful as a noble deed, / Comes angel from the white department / To add that hope is true indeed.»
«To Vl. Motyl As a child, I was convinced / that from all conditions / Potion of the Danish Prince / is the most efficient. / And that faith is burning since / brighter every year... / Potion of the Danish Prince / Savor, cavalier! Potion of this Prince or King / is as sweet as cand...»
«They're yet to be fitted, your veil and your gown, / And chanters to bless us for life, / But hurries time — dare-driver renowned! — / And horses are eager to fly. If only the ding-bells were angels safeguarding, / The sleigh were by tracks to abide! / Two buddies forever, devotion an...»