It was in the taiga
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Where does the will end?
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Squad early in the morning
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Went to lumberjack.
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The prisoners were led
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Under reliable escort,
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And the boy is alone
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Dreamed of escaping.
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I thought everything was like in the forest
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He will find that path
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Which will leave
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He is out of order through the darkness.
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I knew that they would shoot
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They will be thrown behind bars,
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But with a thorn fence
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Worse than death for him.
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I knew that they would shoot
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They will be thrown behind bars,
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But with a thorn fence
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Worse than death for him.
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Came back
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Suddenly he pulled out of line,
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Through untouched snow
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Right into the darkness of the taiga.
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He shouted: “Bitch, stop!”
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Red-haired senior convoy,
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Jerked the shutter
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And rushed after him.
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He shouted: “Bitch, stop!”
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Red-haired senior convoy,
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Jerked the shutter
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And rushed after him.
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Bullets, viciously whistling,
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Everyone drank into the spruce,
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The bark shattered
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It hurt in the face.
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But, and he kept shooting
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On a running target
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Every shot of it
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Could be the end of the guy.
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But, and he kept shooting
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On a running target
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Every shot of it
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Could be the end of the guy.
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Suddenly the machine stopped
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A scream resounded over the forest,
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And the escort left
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With your head under the snow.
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Wolf pit, apparently
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He broke through with all his weight,
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And the boy thought
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What a successful escape.
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He groaned "You save,
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I will let go,
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I'll tell everyone - I didn't catch up,
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Just help me!"
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The convict took pity on him,
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The wolf howled over the taiga,
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Gave him a hand
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And he pulled with all his might.
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The convict took pity on him,
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The wolf howled over the taiga,
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Gave him a hand
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And he pulled with all his might.
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The escort got up, sighed,
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shook off the snow,
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Discharged machine
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And he said - run.
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The boy ran again
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Only suddenly pistol
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One shot fired
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In the middle of the frozen taiga.
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The boy ran
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Only suddenly pistol
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One shot fired
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In the middle of the frozen taiga.
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He is now the captain
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Yes, and the position is different.
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And no one knew
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About a desperate moan,
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And in the grave is damp
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Life was different
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What was the price
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Captain's epaulettes. |