It was in the Donbas

After the rain on Thursday.

I fermented with my friend that day

But by dinner sobered up.

To freshen up a bit,

I went out into the steppe for a walk,

And listening to the harmonist,

Met my dear bl # d.

Komsomolka is young,

Chest in honorary orders,

Stood cancer, pushing

Legs in calico shorts.

Under the spreading cranberries,

Amidst Sprawling Bushes

A strong girl was cradling,

Smartly moving the end.

Spreading wide,

Feel free to move:

When x: d entered deep

In the fire-breathing face.

I, like a fiery Stakhanov,

Beat a jackhammer,

To get a hundred and twenty plans

And please the party committee.

Like a true drummer,

I worked all day,

And my powerful partner

F # sing uproot stump.

From the strain all blazing

She sang "march forward:"

And my x: d, exhausted,

I tried to put it in my mouth.

I, all covered in sweat,

Only think one thing -

Suddenly from e: anoy work

Smash the pick.

And around the flowers and songs -

Labor rejoices people

Everyone stares with interest,

What will end the debut?

September 15, 2000