Marina Tsvetaeva
Don. 1. White army, your way`s a high one...

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White army, your way's a high one:
Temple and chest — to the black gun.

White and divine is your cause:
Your white body — into the sand.

Not a flock of swans in the sky:
The sacred white army
Melts, melts with white sight..

The last dream of the old world:
Youth — Valour — Vandea — Don.

Translated by Ilya Shambat