Zarema Mountain Move Out Their Hats Rasul Gamzatov Poem by Yuri Starostin

MOUNTAIN MOVE OUT THEIR HATS

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The March month.A spring begin,
Soon a birds choirs rush in.
My kinsman jokes one:
«To honor you, a mountains move out
A hats from a white tops».

We with my mother sat down in the car,
I inhale to a gasoline.

«Whose you are, girl, is not hide! -
Smiling driver. -
I do not deliver till now
A treasures more precious! »

And already my birth
(A new citizens honor)
An urban institutes
Take account once.

Raion Council.
All children
Should to write in the raion Council.


It take care in term
A boys and a girls,
That was plenty a books,
And a shoes and a stockings.

To have a toys sufficient for everyone,
A milk,
A potatoes,
A soap,
To have enough a candy,
Have a pens and an ink,
And a heat was in a flats,
And a light burned in a flats.
Raion council know an affair!

It is for a man's happiness
Allows a hundred tasks.
And a pharmacy work,
And a doctor hurries to a patient.

And a buses lead account
In the way for a minutes
Strictly.
And hurry deliver a passengers
On all routes.

And a pupil
Coming to a school desk,
Holding a briefcase...
So a spring smell in March,
So it drops twang!

Take in the blue side, spaces,
In the boundless family,
Heavens, seas and mountains,
The small daughter.

The water rush, like a wind up,
And a Creek running to the Creek.
Accept, native country,
Yours small daughter.

Lift me up high
On his steep shoulder,
To saw a far side
I do on a thousand miles away.

Pour a solar filament
On a shuttle of an earthly day.
Darling people, please accept me
In a humanity!