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Zoya · 17-03-2008, 07:03 PM

How much I love them all
(and they will all be killed
All of them –
The company commanders
'Companeee, forward, follow the
co...'
(Their mouths will grow
numb).
These here, in the earth.

Yan Satunovsky
Kak ya ikh vsekh lyublyu [How Much I Love Them All... trans M. G.], 1942

My comrade, in your death-agony
Don't call your friends in vain!
Instead let me warm my palms
Over your steaming blood.

Don't you weep, don't moan,
You are no small child
You are not hurt, you have simply been killed.
Let me take off your boots as a keepsake,
For we shall yet have to advance.

Ion Degen
Moj tovarischtsch, v smertel'noj agonii...

Your crutches and your lethal perforating wound,
and the tombs over the Volga, where thousands of
young ones are lying, –
all this is our fate, she is what we argued and sang with...

But when we come back – and we will come back victorious,
all of us, stubborn as devils and tenacious and spiteful as men,
let them brew beer for us and fry meat for lunch,
to make the tables on oaken legs burst far and wide.

We shall bow low to our weary own people,
we shall smother our mothers and girlfriends with
kisses for having waited for us and kept their love,
when we come back, having obtained victory with our bayonets,
then we shall love everything to the end, my coeval,
and find ourselves trades.

Semyon Gudzenko
Nas ne nuzhno zhalet' [No Need to Pity Us – trans. M. G.], 1945

17-03-2008, 07:03 PM	#3 (permalink)
Zoya Partisan Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Cheshire, England Posts: 170	How much I love them all (and they will all be killed All of them – The company commanders 'Companeee, forward, follow the co...' (Their mouths will grow numb). These here, in the earth. Yan Satunovsky Kak ya ikh vsekh lyublyu [How Much I Love Them All... trans M. G.], 1942 My comrade, in your death-agony Don't call your friends in vain! Instead let me warm my palms Over your steaming blood. Don't you weep, don't moan, You are no small child You are not hurt, you have simply been killed. Let me take off your boots as a keepsake, For we shall yet have to advance. Ion Degen Moj tovarischtsch, v smertel'noj agonii... Your crutches and your lethal perforating wound, and the tombs over the Volga, where thousands of young ones are lying, – all this is our fate, she is what we argued and sang with... But when we come back – and we will come back victorious, all of us, stubborn as devils and tenacious and spiteful as men, let them brew beer for us and fry meat for lunch, to make the tables on oaken legs burst far and wide. We shall bow low to our weary own people, we shall smother our mothers and girlfriends with kisses for having waited for us and kept their love, when we come back, having obtained victory with our bayonets, then we shall love everything to the end, my coeval, and find ourselves trades. Semyon Gudzenko Nas ne nuzhno zhalet' [No Need to Pity Us – trans. M. G.], 1945 __________________ The Motherland, bent over her daughter's ashes, Sings this tender maternal song About Zoya, the girl, who has become a legend, Who died and was born for eternal life. Dimitri Shostakovich Song for Zoya (1944) The War in the East Last edited by Zoya; 17-03-2008 at 08:13 PM.