When the regiment came down to town, There were times of human kindness, All the habitants were away on vacations, The flowers on the town square were pining for something. And everyone hears unnatural knock. When there is no need to hurry. The wait was not long, Like in winter when waiting for spring.
Bad news jumps like the fleas, Good news is clear to everyone.
The newcomer dismounted his horse, staggered, and fell back. He was led to the Captain, And it was suddenly clear that Voronin was glad. There are those who walk on water. And no one is able to change it. And now I can understand them.