Vasya Cornflower
What are you , Bob , cast down , his head hung ,
Muddied the clear eyes , frown , a humorless ?
With jokes - joke used to go into battle , darling !
What happened to you suddenly ,
Bob - Vasilёchek ?
Oh, my dear ,
Oh, Bob - Cornflower !
Not to face a fighter sorrow , do not let the place burn .
Even if there is a reason , never be discouraged .
Do not let the place burn , never lose heart !
Cheer up !
& quot; beat the enemy - is another matter ,
With a joke is better ;
No letters from the road - dumushki darker.
Letter from weeks heels mail does not bring
You see , brother,
Heart petting requests ... & quot;
Oh, my dear ,
Oh, Bob - Cornflower !
Not to face a fighter sorrow , do not let the place burn .
Even if there is a reason , never be discouraged .
Do not let the place burn , never lose heart !
Cheer up !
Do not want to write -
So , forgotten ,
That means we need to understand
Does not like .
- What are you , Bob , one large,
Nothing themselves so afflicted ?
If you love with all my heart ,
News get it.
Oh, my dear ,
Oh, Bob - Cornflower !
Not to face a fighter sorrow , do not let the place burn .
Even if there is a reason , never be discouraged .
Do not let the place burn , never lose heart !
Cheer up !