River you're a great mother,
River you're Volga wide.
Running away, you're like slitting,
And connect the city.
I grew up in thy land,
And saw a quiet place.
Bays generous catch,
Tourists full shore.
And on weekends have seen here,
I like a little Artek.
On sun men tan,
On the banks of the tents shadow.
They came to rest,
They came to the water.
To see the Volga expanses,
And rest on the empty water.
On the banks play ball,
And children in a field of flowers.
Here there is no light,no web,
What sucks in dreams.
And Volga mother nature,
Always put where to sleep.
Here namakaeha, cast,
And fall, exhausted, to sleep.
Chirik V.V. CENTURIES g. 11:03
Volga
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