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Слова М. В. Исаковского (1945 год). Музыка М. И. Блантера. Исполнение, идея видеоряда Владимира Азязова. Запись аудио и монтаж видео: Анатолий Лобачёв. Enemies burnt his home house And killed all his family. Where has the soldier to go now Where has he to carry his grief The soldier came in the crossroad of two roads In the condition of some large grief. In a wide field the soldier found A knob which was overgrown by grass. The soldier is standing and something like clots Sticked in his throat. The soldier said: Meet me, Praskoviya 1, Meet you husbandhero. Prepare food for the guest, Lay a wide table in a house, I came to you to celebrate My day, my the holiday of a returning Nobody answered to the soldier, Nobody met his. And only a warm summer wind Rocked the grass over the grave. The soldier sighed, adjusted his belt, Opened his haversack And he put a bottle of alcohol On the grey grave stone. Do not condemn me, Praskoviya, That I came to you such a sad. I wanted to drink for a health B