In February 1905, Moksha Infantry Regiment in heavy fighting between Mukden and Liaoyang hit the Japanese environment . Regimental commander was killed . And when the forces of the defenders were running out of ammunition and in the rear shelf suddenly played the orchestra , led by Ilya Alexeyevich Shatrov ( born c. Zemlyanskaya Voronezh province ) . Officers wore a dress uniform and all the awards. Japanese have the evening to know that there are no Russian ammunition, and prepared to take prisoners. Arrived at the position and the Japanese commander .
Early in the morning , the first rays of the sun has been given a unique in the history of the Russian army command : Banner Regiment forward! Orchestra under the banner !
And they went out before the flag , the officer commanded the Regiment ! Fix bayonets . Battalions , three columns , the officers in advance. Forward, march!
When in front of the Japanese positions at a distance shot soared regimental colors , which went ahead , glittering prizes, with the naked sword commander , and after him came the orchestra struck up and march , the Japanese general ordered not to shoot. Japanese fascination watched on the field with measured steps to the sound of the orchestra moved to meet them three small columns, headed by an officer in dress uniform . The soldiers were armed with rifles at the ready , trying to keep pace and build , bayonets glinting in the sun.
Japanese general ordered his troops parted , letting Russian , ordered his officers to line up , and saluted the flag .
Regiment with heavy losses came from the environment . Survived only 7 musicians.
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Night came ,
Twilight lay on the ground ,
Drowning in the mist of the desert hills,
Cloud closed east.
Here , under the ground
Our heroes sleep
Song of the wind sings them
And the stars look down from heaven .
That is not a volley from the fields of flying -
This is far thunder boomed .
And again, everything around quietly ,
All is silent in the silence of the night .
Sleep fighters
Sleep restful sleep .
Suppose you had a native fields ,
Father's distant home.
Suppose you have died in battles with enemies ,
Feat your calls us to fight !
People bathed in the blood of the banner
We ponesёm forward!
We will go towards a new life ,
Cast off the burden of slave shackles !
And do not forget the people and the fatherland
Valor of their sons !
Sleep , fighters,
Glory forever you.
Our homeland , our dear edge
Not to conquer enemies!
Night. Silence .
Only sorghum noise.
Sleep , the heroes , the memory of you
Motherland stores .
