The toskar was dragging a terrible bag yesterday morning,
There is terrible pain, longing, those who could not stand,
A lady in white walked towards me, she felt sorry for the toskar,
He was dragging with his last strength, dragging the bag not in vain.
And the lady cried in the morning, her eyelashes are all in tears,
Toskar saw the lady in vain, he said quietly: "Ah!"
The bag grew even heavier, and our toskar squealed,
But the lady quietly walked and walked, stepping lightly into January.
Toskar suddenly dropped the bag, he no longer had the strength to carry it,
The wind swept the bag in an instant, and the snow shouted: "Forgive me!"
Toskar was greatly surprised,
How can the wind be so strong?
God only gives us the burden,
What can we carry!
But if we quit
Then in the wake, we will only hear: "I'm sorry!"
Toskar dragged a terrible bag yesterday morning
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