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My spirit is old; and some black lot awaits meFriend.
— Alexander Blok
My spirit is old; and some black lot awaits meFriend.
When rowan leaves are dank and rustingChrist sailing to me in a boat.
O, my Russia! O, wife! The long road is clear to us to the point of pain. Our road – like a Tatar arrow of ancient will has pierced our breast.
What message, years of conflagration,bloody reflections still remain.
Grip your gun like a man, brother!Freedom, freedom! Down with the cross!
Hell and damnation,and a Jerry gun!
So they march with sovereign tread…ahead of them goes Jesus Christ.
