<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461387" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Testament</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel I'd like to be alone <br>with you, friend, if you'll stay:<br>my time on earth is nearly gone; <br>at least that's what they say. <br>And you'll be going home on leave:<br>mind you… what odds? I do believe, <br>to tel the truth, not many <br>will give a brass halfpenny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If anyone should ask of you… <br>well, anyone at all… <br>you tell them where that bullet flew <br>right through the chest, one ball:<br>'He died with honour for the Tsar'<br>- and say how bad our surgeons are - <br>'and to his habitation<br>he sent his salutation.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You'll likely find that my old dad <br>and mother both are dead… <br>I wouldn't want to make them sad <br>or send them tears to shed; <br>but if you find that they're all right, <br>just say I haven't time to write, <br>the regiment's campaigning <br>and there's no use complaining.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They've got a woman neighbour there?<br>God knows how long ago <br>we parted!… She will hardly care <br>to ask you.. Let it go, <br>tell her the truth, leave out no part, <br>no need to spare an empty heart; <br>she'll shed a tear or two there… <br>but it means nothing to her!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mikhail+Yuryevich+Lermontov">Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461387" data-title="Testament de Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov" data-description="I feel I'd like to be alone with you, friend, if you'll stay: my time on earth is nearly gone; at least that's what they say. And you'll be going home on leave: mind you… what odds? I do believe, to tel the truth, not many will give a brass..."></div> </div> </div>

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