Glory to those who having passed their way...
A poem by Natalia Petukhova, a young poet killed by Yeltsin's executors in Ostankino massacre on October, 3, 1993
Glory to those who having passed their way
Leave this world before possible end.
It`s too cruel, somebody may say,
But I`ll ask: “Wish it to me, my friend!”
They having flown as a mad arrow
Blow up under Universe eyes,
Missing old age – humpbacked and narrow
As a bloody-golden dawn they rise.
In their honour I`ll bend my head to breast.
They fell with dignity in their fight.
We grieve about them at our gay feast
Remembering them permanently day and night.
Quiet old age isn`t their fate,
Other planets lay on their way.
Even sinners – they are still saint,
Only God takes them from us away.
Natalia Petukhova
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