| Description: | I am a peasant, a working son. I am a soldier of the Red Army. While holding a gun in my hands - there is no will to the enemies of the working people. I fight for a year on all fronts: the Red Star with a plow and hammer, under a red banner, lights up further and further. A free plowman, a free worker under my protection, is building a new free kingdom of labor. Over the year I have grown stronger, believe in my strength, believe in my righteousness, believe in the victory of the workers and peasants in the whole world. I would be glad to rest, but I swear to hold the rifle tightly in my hands until the enemies of the Russian Workers 'and Peasants' Soviet Republic agree on peace. |
