Lyrics Александр Твардовский - Гармонь

On the frontline road,
Belted, as if in the ranks,
There was a fighter in a new greatcoat
Caught up with his rifle regiment,
His first company.
It was easy and even brave
For a reason for this,
That waved his right
As with the left hand.
Dropped off. Yes, besides
Frost clicked through the forest
I got tighter on the road
Customized, carried under the armpits.
Suddenly - a turn signal,
The driver threw the door
Slows down:
- Sit down, infantry,
Cheeks would be rubbed with snow.
Is it far?
- Back to the front.
He cured his hand.
- Clear.
Not a hero?
- For now, no.
- Then get the pouch.
They smoke, they go. The coffin is a road.
There is a tunnel between the snowdrifts.
Slightly roll up a bit
How to turn - take off your greatcoat.
- Good - as there is a shovel.
- Good, otherwise it’s a disaster.
- Good - your guys.
- Well, yes, when.
A three-ton truck rattles
Suddenly the column in front.
Whether you're on foot or horseback
And with the car - stand and wait.
Use the parking lot properly.
A conversation is not a conversation.
Bent over the steering wheel, -
Small driver,
The driver fell asleep.
How many days are half asleep,
How many miles in a snowstorm are blind
On the roads entered
He left for the oboe ...
From the forest edge
To the invisible river -
We got tanks, kitchens, guns,
Tractors, Trucks,
Cars - crooked, askew,
In a row, not unlikely, back and forth,
Caterpillars and wheels
In the snow they still screech.
In the vast wind is harsh
Evil frost near the iron,
Blowing in the soul, enters the chest -
Do not touch it somehow.
- Here's the trouble: in the whole column
There is no harmony overwhelming,
And the frost - neither become nor sit ...
He took off his gloves, rubs his palms,
He hears suddenly:
- There is harmony.
Dying granular snow,
Alternately - dance not dance -
Near the tank are two tankers
Feet warm in reserve.
- Who has the accordion, guys?
- Yes, she’s here, brother ... -
Looked around guilty
On the driver shooter.
- So play on the track?
- Yes, play - it is not harmful.
- What's the matter? Whose accordion?
- Whose was that, brother, no ...
And the driver said already
Instead of his friend:
- Our commander was an amateur ...
We buried him.
- So ... - With an awkward smile
The fighter looked around
Like he’s a mistake
Reluctantly offended suddenly.
Explains carefully
To end the speech:
- I thought it’s possible to play,
I thought what to take care of her.
A shooter:
- Here in this tower
He sat in the battle of yesterday ...
Three - we were friends.
- Yes, it’s impossible, it’s impossible.
I know how to understand
I am the second, brother, war ...
And I have a wound
And one concussion.
And again - judge -
Maybe tomorrow - right off the bat ...
“You know what,” said the driver, “
Well, play you, the jester with you.
Only a three-row fighter took
Immediately obvious - harmonist.
To start, to order
Threw his fingers from top to bottom.
Forgotten rustic
Suddenly started, eyes closed
Hand native Smolensk
Sad memorable motive
And from that accordion of the old,
What remained an orphan
Somehow it suddenly became warmer
On the front-line road.
A fighter is calling somewhere
Far, easy to lead.
- Ah, what are you guys
Young people still.
I would not even say
I’ll save myself.
I wouldn't play like that yet
It’s a pity that I can’t do it better.
Warm up, bump
Everyone goes to the harmonist.
Surround.
- Wait, brothers,
Give a blow in your arms.
- The guy froze his fingers, -
Ambulance is needed.
- You know, throw these waltzes,
Give the one you ...
And again down with the glove
I looked around well done
And as if that three-row
Turned the other end.
Steam dancers
Suddenly rushed from the spot.
Breathed in frosty steam
A tight circle warmed up.
- Have fun spinning, ladies!
Do not step on socks!
And the driver runs the same
Fearing to be late.
Whose breadwinner, whose breadwinner,
Where did you go to the yard?
He shouted so that they parted:
- Give me, or I'll die! ..
And he went, he went to work,
Stepping and threatening
Yes, how will something come up
What can not be expressed.
Like a party in the evening
The floorboards are oppressed in a hut
Jokes, sayings
He pours himself under his feet.
....