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FORGOTTEN

Music Modest Mussorgsky

The words of Arseny Golenishchev-Kutuzov

He found death in the edge of a stranger,

In the edge of a stranger, in a battle with the enemy;

But the enemy is defeated by friends, -

Friends rejoice, only he

The battlefield is forgotten,

One lies.

And meanwhile, as a greedy lies

Drinks his blood from fresh wounds

And sharpens an unclosed eye,

Threatening death in death for an hour

And, enjoying, drunk and fed,

Down with - flies -

Far there, in the region of the native,

Mother feeds her son under the window:

"Ahh, a-s, do not cry, son,

Tryte will return. Pies then

I will bake my friend to joy ... "

And he is forgotten, one lies ...

March 1874, words; 1874, music

The reason for the creation of a poem and ballad was the picture of V.V. Vereshchagin from the Turkestan cycle, withdrawn from the exhibition in March 1874. Mussorgsky wrote to Golenishchev-Kutuzov about Vereshchagin's reaction: "Text and music to his liking, even deeper."

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