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4. Good time - good songs

In replacement of sleep with songs,
In the help speech with drako
Feast only by morning ended
Great Pier! .. Different
People. Hazard, left
Under the eve of our wanderers,
And immediately slept ionushka,
Humble mantis.
Swashing, savva with grisha
Led home parent
And sang; in pure air
Above the Volga, like a nabature,
Consonants and strong
Rades voices:

Share of the people
His happiness
Light and freedom
First of all!

We are a bit
We ask God:
Honest
Make skillfully
Forces we give!

Life labor -
Friend straight
To the heart of the road,
Away from the threshold
Coward and lazy!
Whether not heaven?

Share of the people
His happiness
Light and freedom
First of all!

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Poorer Zahudaeva
The last peasant
He lived trone. Two rockers:
One with a smoking pecop
Other in Sazhen - Summer,
And the whole is short-lived here;
There are no cows, no horses,
There was a dog toadushka
There was a cat - and those gone.

Sleep putting a parent,
Took the book Savvushka,
And Grisha is not sitting,
I went to the field, in the meadow.

Grisha - a wide bone,
But heavily stupid
Face - their unoccupied
Hapuga Economy.
Gregory in the seminary
At night, wakes up
And then then to the sun
Not sleep - waiting for a greedy sitney,
Who issued them
With a shot in the morning.
No matter how poor Vakhlachina
They seated it.
Thanks to the Vlas-Cross
And other men!
They paid them the young people
As much, work,
On their divids
Cerented in the city.

Dyachie boiled kids
And what they feed -
And think forgot.
He himself was always hungry,
All spent in search
Where to drink where to eat.
And he was a lung in
And be another, hardly
And lived to the seen.
His mistress Domnushka
Was careful,
But durability
God did not give her. Powder
All life about salt thought:
No bread - someone
Will ask for salt
Give money clean,
And they are throughout Vakhlachin,
Barschina rushed
Not much! Good - bunk
Vakhlak shared with the house.
Long ago in the ground would
Her native babes
Do not be hand vakhlats
Generous than God sent.

Bathers unrequited
For everyone who is something
Helped her on a black day,
All his life thought about salt
About salt sang Domnushka -
Was erased if
Baubal Li Grizhenka,
Beloved son.
How the boy's heart sank,
When the peasants remembered
And sang the song Domnin
(Nicknamed her "salt"
Responsive Wahlak).

Salt

No one like God!
Do not eat, does not drink
Little son
Look - die!

Gave a piece
Gave another -
Does not eat, shouts:
"Spring Solza!"

And there is no salt,
At least a chip!
"Skip flour", -
Whispered the Lord.

Once or two bunned,
Skrew the rotock.
"Salts still!" -
Screams son.

Again with flour ...
And on a piece
Tears by the river!
Son's son!

Mother booked -
Sand saved ...
Know, Solon
Tears was! ..

I remembered Grisha Song
And prayer vote
Quietly in the seminary
Where it was dark, cold
Sullenly, strictly, hungry,
Sovere - Tuzhil about Mother
And all the vakhlachin,
Kormalitsa his.
And soon in the heart of the boy
With love for a poor mother
Love to all Vakhlachin
Merged - and fifteen years
Gregory firmly knew already,
What will live for happiness
Illegal and dark
Native corner.

Pretty demon furry
Flew with a sword punishing
Over Russian Earth.
Pretty slavery
Some Wauchanas
Open, intent
Holded in Russia!
Over Rus Torning
Other song hears:
Then the Angel of Mercy,
Invisibly flying
Above her, souls are strong
Calls for an honest way.

The medium of the world Dollya
For the heart of free
There are two ways.

Silence is proud,
Silence will solid, -
What to go?

One spacious
Road,
Passions of slave

It's tremendous
To the temptation of greedy
There is a crowd.

About life sincere
About the goal of rarely
There thought is funny.

Boils there eternal
Inhuman
Enough-war

For the good of the brain.
There are the souls of captive
Full sin.

Brilliant
There's life dead
To good dechah.

Other - cramped
Road, honest,
They go on it

Only souls are strong,
Loving,
On the battle, for work.

For off
For oppressed -
According to their footsteps

Go to humiliated
Go to offended -
Be the first there!
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And the Angel of Mercy
No wonder the song is called
Sings over Russian boys, -
Many Rus sent
Sons of their marked
The seal of the gift of God,
On honest ways
A lot of their mourning
(While the star is a top
They rush!).
Nor dark Vakhlachin,
No matter how clogged
And slavery - and she,
Blessing, put
In Grigorier Dobroblon
Such a messenger.
He prepared fate
Nice path, name loud
Folk intercession
Cachote and Siberia.
----
The sun is affectionately
The morning was breathing
Cool, flavors
Missing herbs everywhere ...

Gregory walked thoughtfully
First big dear
(Vintage: High
Curly Birch,
Direct like an arrow).
He was fun
That is sad. Excited
Vakhlacko Pirushko,
It worked hard in it
And in the song flowed:

"In minutes of sadness, about Mother Mother!
I'm thought forward to fly away.
Still destined to suffer a lot
But you will not die, I know.

There was a thick of ignorance of darkness above you,
Suffocating a dream incombustible
There was a deeply unhappy country,
Depressed, slave discouraged.

How long did the people of your toy served
Shameful passions of Mr.
Descendant of Tatars, like a horse, output
To the slave-Slavic market,

And the Russian Virgin attracted a shame,
Raging Beach without fear
And so