Oct. 16th, 2009 at 3:10 PM
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holmes221bThe 7 days meme:
day one • a song
day two • a picture
day three • a book/ebook/fanfic
day four • a site
day five • a youtube clip
day six • a quote
day seven • whatever tickles your fancy
Day One~A Song
This is sung by Andrei Mironov (1941--1987), who was, without a doubt, one of the best Soviet actors.
The song comes from a movie "Put In A Kind Word For The Poor Hussar."
Lyrics and translation:
По селу бегут мальчишки, Девки, бабы, ребятишки, Словно стая саранчи В трубы дуют трубачи. Through the village, boys are running, And girls, married women, and children, Like a herd of locusts; The trumpeters are blowing their trumpets. Раздаются тары-бары: К нам приехали гусары! На подбор, все усачи, В трубы дуют трубачи. Conversation is heard: Hussars have come to visit us! All moustached, as if specially picked, The trumpeters are blowing trumpets. Пар-бара-пара-рам ..... Слышен голос командира: Разобраться по квартирам! Дело близится к ночи, В трубы дуют трубачи. The commander's voice is heard: Take your quarters! Time is coming closer to the night, The trumpeters are blowing trumpets. В эту ноченьку немало Баб с солдатами шептало: Без тебя хоть, милый, плачь, Протруби и мне, трубач. During that night, There was a lot of whispering between women and soldiers: Without you, darling, I'm so sad I could cry, Blow your trumpet for me, too, trumpeter. Пар-бара-пара-рам .... А когда зарю сыграли, Бабы слезы утирали, И в котомку взяв харчи, Уходили трубачи. And when reveille was played, Women were wiping tears, And, having packed provender in their saddlebags, Trumpeters were leaving. Через год в каждой избенке Народилось по мальчонке, Глотки драли что сычи - Тоже будут трубачи! A year later, in every little wooden house A boy was born; All the boys hollered loudly-- They'll become trumpeters, too!