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Prison lullaby Maria Terentyeva (1906-1994)
Early morning, at dawn, the soldier comes, the children get up for the roll-call, the sun sparkles.
A slender ray forces its way past the high screen, the little ray reaches the imprisoned child.
Yet the gloomy dwelling does not brighten up. Who will return the glow to your cheeks, my little sun?
Beyond the bars, beyond the locks, days are like years. The children cry. Even Mummies sometimes cry.
But the guard changes, the heart hardens. My boy, don´t believe your father is a traitor.
1938 Clock Tower of Butyrki Prison.
(From "Written in prison. XXth century. Russia") Bilingual edition - Russian/English. . |
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