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On text-Kutuzov Arseny Golenishcheva "Triumph of Death"

Roaring battle armor shine,
Guns greedy roar
Ran shelves, rushing horses
And the rivers run red.
Flames noon - people fighting;
Slope of the sun - the battle is stronger;
Sunset pale - but fighting
Enemies all furiously and fiercely.

And night fell on the battlefield.
Yound in darkness parted ...
All was quiet, and in the night mist
Wailing rose to the sky.
Then, illuminated by the moon,
In his battle horse,
Bones shining whiteness,
Was death; and in silence,
Listening to the cries and prayers,
Contentment is full of proud
As a general place battle
He traveled all around it.
On the hill I stood up and looked around,
She stopped, smiled ...
And the plain Battle
There was a fatal voice:

"Concha battle! I won all!
All in front of me, you put up, soldiers!
The life you quarreled, I reconciled!
All together stand on the review, the dead!
Marsh solemn walk past,
I want my army to count;
The land then add their bones,
Sweet life in the land of rest!
Years will pass unseen for years,
The people disappear and the memory of you.
Well I will not forget and loudly over you
Feast will rule in the midnight hour!
Dance of the mass of Earth crude
I pritopchu to canopy deathly
Bones leave ever could,
So that you do not ever get up from the ground! "