Текст песни Александр Твардовский - Василий Тёркин 4 ПЕРЕПРАВА

Twardowski poems about the war
Vasily Terkin. Crossing
 Crossing, crossing!
 Beach left, right shore,
 Rough snow, ice edge ...

 Who memory, to whom glory,
 This dark water -
 No signs, no trace.

 At night, the first column,
 Broken off at the edge of the ice,
 Sank to the pontoons
 The first platoon.
 Plunged, pushed
 And he went. Second behind him.
 Ready, ducked
 The third follows the second.

 Rafts, went pontoons
 Rumbled one another
 Bass, iron tone
 Similarly, the roof under foot.

 And float fighters somewhere,
 Tucked in the shadow of bayonets.
 And it is their children
 Immediately - if they do not,

 Immediately if he did not like
 On its own, to those guys:
 Once all together and stricter
 Once all your expensive
 And Rodney than an hour ago.

 Look - really - guys!
 As, in truth, inexperienced,
 Idle if he were married,
 This short-haired people.

 But already there are guys
 In war, the soldiers live,
 As ever in the twentieth
 Their comrades - fathers.

 That way are severe,
 That two hundred years ago
 Held with a gun flint
 Russian worker-soldier.

 By their shaggy sideburns,
 Near their eyes Malchish
 Death in battle often booed
 And if the blow this time?

 Beat against, rowing, sweating,
 Controlled vault.
 And the water roars right -
 Undermined under the bridge.

 Already in the middle
 Their attributes and turns ...
 And the water roaring in the gorge,
 Withered ice crumbles to pieces,
 Between the bent beams farm
 Beating in the foam and dust ...

 And the first platoon, probably
 Pulls out a sixth of the earth.

 Behind the noisy channel,
 And around - someone else's night.
 And he was so far away,
 That no shout, no help.

 And there is black gear,
 Feature of the cold,
 Nepodstupny, a plenty
 Forest of black water.

 Crossing, crossing!
 Beach right, like a wall ...

 This night a bloody trail
 At sea wave made.

 Was as follows: out of the darkness deep,
 Fire vzmetnuv blade
 Spotlight duct
 Crossed diagonally.

 And the pillars water
 Suddenly the projectile. Pontoons - in a row.
 Gusto was there people -
 Our short-haired guys ..

 And saw for the first time,
 It will not be forgotten:
 People are warm, lively
 Went to the bottom, the bottom, the bottom ...

 Under fire mess -
 Where their where someone where the connection?

 Only it soon became quiet -
 Crossing failed.

 And for the time being unknown,
 Who is it timid, who is the hero,
 Who's there raschudesny guy,
 A must have been like that.

 Crossing, crossing ...
 Dark, cold. Night a year.

 But clung to the side of the right,
 There was the first platoon.

 And silent about it guys
 In the battle native range,
 As if guilty of something,
 Who is on the left bank.

 Do not see the end of the night.
 During the night took a heap
 Half with ice and snow
 Blended dirt.

 And fatigue with the campaign,
 What would there may be - alive
 Asleep, curled up, infantry,
 His hands in his sleeves.

 Asleep, curled up, infantry,
 And in the woods at night deaf
 Boots smell, then,
 Frozen needles and Mahra.

 Sensitively breathes the beach
 Together with those on the
 Under the cliff waiting for dawn,
 Warm earth belly -
 Waiting for dawn, waiting for reinforcements,
 Spirit do not want to fall.

 The night passes, there is no way
 Neither forward nor back ...

 Or maybe there from midnight
 Newly-fallen snow snowball them in the eyes,
 And for a long time
 He does not melt in their sockets
 And pollen is on the faces -
 Dead anyway.

 Cold, cold does not hear,
 Death for death is not terrible,
 Though still rations they wrote
 First company sergeant.

 Petty Officer rations they wrote,
 A field in the mail
 Do not go faster, not quieter
 Letters to the old home,

 What else do guys
 At rest with fire
 Somewhere in the woods wrote
 Each other on the back ...

 From Ryazan, Kazan,
 From Siberia, from Moscow -
 Sleeping men.
 Its said
 And ever right.

 And solid as a rock pile,
 Where frozen