April Duty, by Tanya Wolfson But the nights are really absolutely stunning. /
Only mother's restless worrying has grown: /
Why must you go wandering, my honey, /
On your own...
April is my duty, by Maya Jouravel Look how marvelous it’s getting every hour /
But my mother is so sad, I hear her groan, /
— How come, you’re out there, my dear, /
All alone, ...
The night duty in april, by Alec Vagapov What a wonderful and lovely night we’re having! /
But my mother is alarmed and worried strongly. /
— Why do you stay out at these hours, darling, ...