The Saga of the Russian Civil War Part 1 after  Edward Bagritski

Rye in holy Ukraine,

But they did not reap it.

What should we trying to  make!

T. Shevchenko ("Haidamaks")

Along the slopes the vineyard

Flutters with foliage away

Where Panko from Balta runs 

Along the steppe pathway.

Burdocks  badly bites the leg,

Whistles to the pasture of rye,

The Big Dipper shows him the way

As the certain secure guide

The Big Dipper shows the distance 

In the clear  vastness

To the  farms.      prosperous

Of the German colonists. 

Opanas, don't let missing 

 Look around  look carefully

Do you see the hat sheapskin

On the guard protectivefully.

You must have had an unclean conscience

You fled proptlly from Balta city

You stomped to Stohl, colonist, yet

And  ended up with Makhno’s banditti.

Makhno has up to his shoulders

Hair  thick and black.

- Where are you from, homunculus 

From which native reg?

Did you end up in our cogort

By mere of motion, isn’t ?

- I, my father , just fled Balta from 

To visit Stohl. colonist .

Oh, I'm gnawed by discontentment,

A strong insult a few:

I fled from the food detachment

From Kogan the jew...

Along the ravines and along the slopes

Kogan prowls like a wolf,

He climbs with his nose into the huts,

Which are much taut.

He looks from the left, and to the right,

He angrily snorts:

"Scoop in a minute out the latent 

Hidden  rye at last!”

Well, whoever raises a caveat ,

Don't make a fuss, o, brother:

With his mustache to the garbage heap, 

Shoot him - and that's the end rather .

The black earth flows like a swamp

From blood and sweat, -

I don't want to wave a rifle gun ,

I want to work at  bread  field.

Oh, father, tell me for mercy

To the one who came from the  afar,

How to find the farm expensive 

Colonist Stohlm farm ?

- Stohl? Which is  one person?

Red-haired and gap-toothed?

He was shot far away not

Around the corner from the hut..

And you have no way out

To share trouble with me yet .

If you turn the drawbar out 

I'll shut your mouth with a bullet.

Give to  Opanas a fur coat

Of city cloth tight,

Bring to Opanas touts 

Glassfull of Young wine!

Hit up his boots sound 

Promptly with forged iron

Give him a hat, reward him now

With a bomb and a sawed-off shotgun!

We with you, know, will go far,

Even edge to edge!..-

Mahno self has thick hair 

Even up to his shoulders...

Opanas, our bad fatum

Waving a sabre now,

Drunken Field  has become loud. 

All over our Ukraine.

Ukraine! Dearest  Mom!

Young rye know up.

Opanas' fate has come

To have trouble with Makhna

Ukraine! Dear Mother!

Young rye  impacts 

We used to go to the Cossacks

And now - to the mobsters