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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.
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Белая гвардия, путь твой высок:
Чёрному дулу — грудь и висок.
Божье да белое твоё дело:
Белое тело твоё — в песок.
Не лебедей это в небе стая:
Белогвардейская рать святая
Белым видением тает, тает...
Старого мира — последний сон:
Молодость — Доблесть — Вандея — Дон.
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Дон. 1. Белая гвардия, путь твой высок...
Дон. 2. Кто уцелел — умрёт, кто мёртв — воспрянет...
Дон. 3. Волны и молодость — вне закона!..
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«Panmongolism! The word’s barbaric, / Yet still falls sweetly on my ear, / As if it were a mighty portent / Of God’s great destiny for man. When, in Byzantium’s corruption, / The sacred altars’ fire grew cold, / And the Messiah was abjured / By priest and people, prince and tsar,...»
«Forgotten, cold, my dust will fall asleep / while you are entering your life's sweet May. / One moment then, with magnanimity, / read through these verses that once came to me. And with a maiden's keen and thoughtful heart / you'll understand my words' wild ecstasy, / and why it was I oft...»
«I always s like the northern birches: / Their view, so downcast and grave, / The fever, which poor souls scorches, / Cools like the mute speech of a grave. But yet, the willow, which branches, / With their long leaves, cast in a flood, / Is closer to a dream, that scourges, / And longe...»