Ksey_Gan

The Will after M. Lermontov

Alone with you my brother dear

I would be stay for more;

So little as they confidently say,

I may to live at world.

You will go home and very soon:

Look... What? No one will give a care,

Let us tell the painful truth,

About my unfortunate fate.

And if someone asks you by a chance...

Whoever, well, asked you,

Tell them, that into my poor chest

I’s wounded by a bullet through,

That I died honestly for the king,

That our doctors are bad thing.

And to the own land I

Sent my the last goodbye.

My father-mother are hardly

Both keepping still alive...

It would be pity, I admit,

To make all them too sad;

But if one is still alive of them

Tell that I\'m lazy letters write,

The troop’s sent on a raid,

And let them not expect me

They have a neighbor closely there

Do you remember, long ago

We separated!.. anyway

About me she will not ask…

You tell to her the whole my truth,

Do not pay pity to a flighty heart;

Just let her cry and cry -

For her it\'s never mind…