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So. Three Tankers, Three Scouts. Whats next lol, Three Soldiers on the banks of the Volga?

3 танкиста, 3 разведчика. Будет ли у нас 3 пилота? Или 3 моряка?

Very nice

Source: www.russian-records.com/details.php?image_id=50681

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SO SO BEAUTIFUL

BEAUTIFUL

0.35 told с тревогой и тоской not зелёные с тоской | тревога--anxiety

Source: www.sovmusic.ru/m/otyezd.mp3

Such a beautiful rare old song.

пусть красные белым за все отомстят! отомстим Чапай!

Source: www.russian-records.com/details.php?image_id=19290

Happy New Year Baron and Ye who Reads this! Happy New Years!

откуда ты взял версию 1990 года в таком качестве? дай ссылку пожалуйста!

Ну з новим роком вам

Happy New Year! May God grant us to survive the systemic crisis of capitalism and not die in a nuclear war!

Happy 2025!

A bit early but, Happy New Year! Source: www.sovmusic.ru/m/snovimg1.mp3

I've had a hard time finding information on this recording, do you know when this was recorded or who the singers were?

Pohui?

Nice

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Bravo genossen

I love Soviet navy songs

Спасибо! Замечательная память о трагическом и героическом прошлом русских моряков. 🙏

база

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Merry Christmas! Source: www.russian-records.com/details.php?image_id=66965

Varyag...

Nice

Russian Russian doctor Vikenty Veresaev's Memoirs about the Russo-Japanese War: The fighting became more frequent and bloodier; a bloody fog enveloped distant Manchuria. Explosions, fiery showers of shells, wolf pits and wire fences, corpses, corpses, corpses - from thousands of miles away, the smell of torn and burned human flesh seemed to waft through the newspaper sheets, the ghost of some huge, unprecedented slaughter in the world. Mobilisation: There was crying and moaning all over the city. Short, quick dramas broke out here and there. One factory worker who was conscripted had a wife with a heart defect and five boys; when the summons for conscription came, his wife became paralyzed from excitement and grief, and she died immediately; the husband looked at the corpse, at the boys, went to the barn and hanged himself. Another conscript, a widower with three children, cried and screamed in the presence of: - What should I do with the guys? Teach me, show me!.. After all, they'll starve to death here without me! He was like a madman, screaming and shaking his fist in the air. Then he suddenly stopped talking, went home, hacked his children to death with an axe, and returned. - Well, now take it! I've done my chores. He was arrested. The city lived in fear and trepidation all the time. Riotous crowds of conscripted soldiers roamed the city, robbed passersby and demolished government-owned wine shops. They were talking: "Let them put us on trial, we're going to die anyway!" Near the carriage, a junior non-commissioned officer was saying goodbye to his wife and crying like a little boy; his mustachioed, tanned face was covered with tears, his lips were curled and loosened from crying. His wife was also tanned, cheekboned, and terribly ugly. An infant in a cap made of multicolored rags was sitting on her arm, the woman was swaying with sobs, and the child on her arm was swaying like a leaf in the wind. The husband sobbed and kissed the ugly face of the woman, kissed on the lips, in the eyes, the child rocked on her arm. It was strange that you could cry so much for love of this ugly woman, and tears came to your throat from the sobs and sobbing sighs that came from everywhere. And his eyes rested greedily on the people crammed into the carriages: how many of them were coming back? How many corpses will lie in the distant blood-soaked fields? Our caretaker, a lieutenant called up from the reserve, in a new tunic and shiny shoulder straps, was pacing along the train, slightly agitated. - On the wagons! His voice was haughtily commanding. The crowd hastily stirred up. They began to say goodbye. The staggering, drunken soldier bit his lips into the lips of an old woman in a black handkerchief, clung to them for a long time, tightly; it was painful to look at, it seemed, he would squeeze out her teeth; finally, he broke away, rushed to kiss a blissfully smiling, broad-bearded peasant. In the air, like the howl of a blizzard, the howling of women mournfully shimmered, it broke off in sobbing pauses, weakened and intensified again. -Women! Get away from the wagons! The lieutenant shouted menacingly, walking along the train. From the carriage, a soldier with a blond beard looked at the lieutenant with sober and stern eyes. "You don't dare drive our women away, Your Honor!" "Stop it!" he said sharply. - You have been given power over us, and shout at us. And don't touch our women. - That's right! You have no power over women! Other voices murmured. The caretaker blushed, but pretended not to hear, and said in a softer voice: - Lock the doors, the train is about to leave!

Source: www.sovmusic.ru/sam/s15661.mp3

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Nice one, comrade.