V surovykh pokhodakh, v ogne i v boju,

Kak znamja, pronosim my pesnju svoju.

Gvardejskoje znamja k pobede zovjot,

Gvardejskaja pesnja v ataku vedjot.

Pripev:

My smerti ne pugajemsja,

Ot puli ne sgibajemsja,

Ot rany ne shatajemsja, -

Takoj uzh my narod!

Ne raz ognem provereny,

Ne raz v bojakh obstreljany,

I nas nedarom Rodina

Gvardejcami zovjot.

My khrabryje vnuki gvardejcev likhikh,

I dedam ne stydno za vnukov svojikh.

V krovavykh bojakh my sumeli pronest'

Gvardejskuju doblest', gvardejskuju chest'.

Gerojev-panfilovcev podvig svjatoj

V istoriju vpisan strokoj zolotoj,

I svetit, kak solnce grjadushchikh pobed,

Otvazhnykh gerojev-gvardejcev zavet.

V boju rukopashnom s desjatkom vragov

Gvardejec besstrashno srazhat'sja gotov,

On pervym vorvetsja vo vrazheskij dot

I smelo s granatoj na tanki pojdjot.

Kto derzhit oruzh'je v umelykh rukakh,

Tomu chest' i mesto v gvardejskikh polkakh.

Gvardejcy ne drognut v surovyje dni,

I k smerti i k slave gotovy oni.

Arkady and Dmitri sat in the gathering light and planned the upcoming mission. There heads together, ringed in cigarette smoke, the two talked and planned, discarding one idea for another until they had both agreed on a course of action.

“Eight men.” Arkady looked up at the house nearby as one of his soldiers wandered out and disappeared into the trees. “Who? None of the new guys, we need solid troops for this bit.”

“Visily, for sure. Katya, Nicoloi, Sergi, Alexi.” Dmitri answered.

“What about Petr?”

“Dead.”

“What? When?”

“Last week. That ambush on the supply train.”

“Oh…right.” Arkady shook his head, “I almost forgot about that.”

The sat in silence for a moment.

“I suppose one of the new troops, then.” Arkady spat into the dirt, “They are mostly new anymore. Not many of the old guards left.”

Dmitri glanced over at Arkady. “Remember I was new once too. The only old guardsman here anymore is you.”

Arkady stood and walked towards the house, “Yes. I am aware of that.”

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