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- The view from here is as wide as the ocean,
- The horizon is almost dissolved in haze.
- Like a guardian angel
- Soldier Alyosha
- Over Plovdiv-city
- Is raised.
- Alyosha, the sculptor has made a mistake.
- Your looks must have cramped his style
- His knowlege of you must have been quite vague
- Or, perhaps, it was absolute null.
- You look like a boulder, sleepy and gray,
- A sort of a dumb rock.
- You're sullen in the stone
- While you used to be merry
- And were always
- Willing to talk...
- The haze will fall on the motionless forest
- Making it tenderly blue...
- Alyosha, now I am almost
- Ten years older than you...
- I just grew up after the war
- But I am courageous enough.
- I have seen a lot,
- You have seen much more,
- You have known the loss of life...
- It's no good to disturb the dead.
- I'd better give up. Quit. Lay off...
- Instead of asking: Alyosha, how's death?
- I ask: Alyosha, how is life?
- My question may sound strange, pure fluff,
- I just have to clear up this thing:
- Do I, in fact, live the kind of life
- For which you once ceased living?
- Believe me,
- it's my constant exam!
- I'm taking it all the time.
- I look at my own self, with bias
- Through your merciless eyes.
- And I cannot hide myself from these eyes,
- They don't set my mind at rest...
- I have to account for two lives!
- I've got two hearts in my chest!
- No danger will make me fearful or anxious
- For a soldier looks into my mind.
- Alyosha,
- I'm leaving for Russia.
- What shall I tell your mama?
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