>>6780201>>6780201As me and my mother dear were parting,
All the kindred of mine came up running,
All the kindred of mine came up running:
"Ah, lad, where are you going to? Where?
Don't you go, Vanek, to be a soldier!
Don't you go, Vanek, to be a soldier!
Has enough bayonets, the Red Army.
Bolsheviks can do well without you.
Are you leaving by force? Or willingly?
Vania, Vania, you will die so vainly.
White with worry turned the hair of your mother,
Look how much work needs the field and the house!
The way we live now - goodness gracious:
So much land at once became ours!
The oppressions of old days are no longer...
You'd better marry Arina, darling.
Live with young wife, don't be idle!... "
That's when I bowed to my mother dear.
Bowed to my kindred by the doorsteps:
"Don't you howl for me, for God's sakes.
Should every one be like you, gawkers,
What's to be left of Russia and Moscow?
All would be as in bitter times bygone,
Our land and freedom once again taken,
Our lot once again a yoke of a landlord,
Once again we'd wail in a cruel serfdom.
Not to a dance or a feast I am heading,
Leaving old mother mine in your caring.
I will join the Red Army's battle,
Will fight to death the highborn rabble".
