O Russia! O my wife! Our long and narrow Road lies clear though distressed. Our road with an old Tatar freedom's arrow Has de...eply pierced our breast.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The bourgeois stands like a question mark, Speechless, like the hungry cur,... The ancient world stands there behind him, A mongrel dog, afraid to stir.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And before, with banner red, Through the blizzard snow unseen,... All unharmed by hail of lead, With a step like snow so light, Showered in myriad pearls of snow. Crowned in wreath of roses white, Christ leads onward as they go.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »