Petrograd sky mutilos rain,
The war left the train.
Without end - platoon for platoon and a bayonet for a bayonet
Napolnyal by wagon train.
In this train of thousands of lives were blooming
wrench of saying goodbye, alarm love,
Strength, youth, hope… The sunset gave
It was smoky clouds in the blood.
AND, sitting down, sang Varage odni,
And the other - not to fret - Ermak,
And shouting hurray, and they joked,
And quietly baptized hand.
Suddenly, the wind took off falling leaves,
Raskachnuvshis, lantern flickered,
And under the black cloud cheerful bugler
I played to the sent signal.
And military glory wept horn,
Filling the heart dismay.
rumble of wheels and the hoarse whistle
Cheers drowned without end.
Already last disappeared in the mist buffer,
And it went quiet until the morning,
And with the rainy fields swept us all cheers,
In Grozny clicking sound: time to!
Not, We were not sad, We were not sorry,
Despite the rainy distance.
This is - a clear, firm, faithful steel,
And if she needs our sadness?
This pity - it drowns out fire,
The thunder of guns and the clatter of horses.
Sadness - it dims poisoned pairs
With Galician bloody fields…
1 September 1914
