Mother

The fire in the country house caught fire
Sat down to dinner quietly at the table
Mother in a worn old Bathrobe
Dropping crumbs cloth on the floor.

In a soup pot stew
And a piece of humpback
Burn down the wax rope
Native and cries in anguish.

The old cat stretched out on the stove
And purrs softly in his sleep
The reflection is dim and the weeping candle
A grey shadow crept along the wall.

I love your rough hands.
The ones that fed me as a child
You've passed,my mother, all the torment
Increasingly depriving yourself.

Prepared by you, dear
All for death-handkerchiefs and a pitcher,
There's a sheet, a ribbon tight.
And matter black Arshin.

Gathered in a bundle of money,
He was put in a chest in sight,
Breasts with tears and resentment, your compressed...
Wait, mother, I'm here, I'm coming!

I'll feed you, mother.,
I will iron, wash,clean
Soft bread with butter and salt
Let me serve every day.

And I'll rebuild the house.
Chop-from the heart - lots of wood
I'll never say tired,
You won't hear any hurtful words.

We spring and heat, mother, wait for,
Thank God and thank fate
So let's go through the village we walk-
Let people envy you.

Let the same old one,
In the evening their son will knock on the door,
And, openly,honestly - every
On his knees, before her, silent.
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Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.