A hero whose name is unknown

Тимур Агаев

A hero whose name is unknown

01

   A soldier was called together once,

   They said it was time to go to war,

   The soldier gathered up his things,

   And it seems to be the last time he looks out of the window,

   He saw the girl he loved, decided to say goodbye to her,

   And read her his poems about her.

   The blackness of the sky shone like a black flame,

   The woman was sitting at the window of the hut

   And she was knitting new mittens.

   Below it was a beautiful garden,

   Where grew the apples are sweet, but the raspberry.

   There was a high stone fence around the garden,

   All covered with flowers.

   And here the woman saw how over the fence climbs

   The man stood by the raspberry bushes,

   He looked at the woman and said:

    "You wait, wait my beauty,

    Let me see more of you, joy!

    At your beautiful beauty,

    Look at your white face!"

   The woman was covered with a warm blush,

   And the man had already climbed back over,

   And he went off into the distance.

   The next day there was a woman in the courtyard

   Show off to your girlfriends,

   Tell your friends about the incident.

   My girlfriends didn't believe me, and

   The woman decided to read it herself:

    "You wait, wait…"

   The woman was suddenly interrupted by the same voice:

    "You wait, wait my beauty,

    Let me see more of you, joy!

    At your beautiful beauty,

    Look at your white face!"

   The woman turned and saw the young man

   I asked the young man who composed this poem,

   Said a good fellow that he,

   And for whom?

   "For you!"– the young man replied,

   Then he turned and called his horse,

   Riding off into the field,

   The woman waved her handkerchief after him.

    02

   I saw an old soldier in the field,

   And approaching asked:

   "Old man, it hurts you right now,

   Then tell me, will I be able to console her?"

   The old man looked at the young man and pointed

   Hand to where he was called,