Breakers and manliness—laws burst asunder!
Breach on the Don. We are lost. —Going under.
Winds of time! —to our sons' own sons
Pass the sad tidings on:

Aye! For the wall on the Don is shattered!
Aye! For the White Guard is lost and scattered.
But, as we leave wives, daughters, sons,
But, as we cross the Don,

Flying—a white flock, doomed to perish,
Dying—we died for the huts we cherished!

Sign of the Cross by the last church passed,
Unto the ages—the White Guard host.

Moscow, Feast of the Annunciation 1918
—days of the breakthrough on the Don—