truth

Whatever absurd circle
Hostility may say,
In no way be compared to the enemy,
You're not on the criterion.
With anyone no rivalry.
We do not fight.
Half the world overshadows the light
Vortex innumerable grains.
Let the clouds of dust to the skies,
You vysishsya over ashes.
The point is your – counterweight
brown shirt.
You took over all arrogance top
Since large hours,
As idols overthrown
And eternity stocked.
Let the enemy bolts, bolts,
And copper, and aluminum.
Thy great righteousness
He has no trace.

1941

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