Here you will find the Poem The Songs Of Siberian Exiles of poet Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
We stand unbroken in our places, Our shovels dare to take no rest, For not in vain his golden treasure God buried deep in earth's dark breast. Then shovel on and do not falter, Humble and hopeful, clear we see-- When Russia has grown rich and mighty, Our grandchildren will grateful be! * * * * * Though streams the sweat in rivers downward, Our arms from shoveling grown weak, Our bodies frozen to an ice crust While we new strength in slumber seek-- Sweating or freezing, we will bear it! Thirst-pain and hunger will withstand, For each stone is of use to Russia, And each is given by our own hand!
