Oh these ways through dust and fog, snow and cold and the grim storm of the endless steppe! We all have seen so many of these ways, with dust or snow under our boots, ways leading leading through forests, deserts and fields - and leading the friend into an enemy's bullet. But there is one way to the place where in front of the house the mother waits for her son. Oh these ways through dust and fog, snow and cold and the grim storm of the endless steppe! Not one of us will ever forget these ways. |
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