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Over the sleeping youth — golden spurs.
Command: Up high!
Back at the heels the crowd of robbers.
George, cry!
With a free left hand you're feeling the cross.
Command: swim!
Rule, that to the last one they come under
The cupola Sofian!
We're lost! The joints will not bear!
The end! — Give up!
With double lightning it opens the wings.
Command: up!
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Над спящим юнцом — золотые шпоры.
Команда: вскачь!
Уже по пятам воровская свора.
Георгий, плачь!
Свободною левою крест нащупал.
Команда: вплавь!
Чтоб всем до единого им под купол
Софийский, — правь!
Пропали! Не вынесут сухожилья!
Конец! — Сдались!
— Двумолнием раскрепощает крылья.
Команда: ввысь!
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