Having seen many species, Having survived many thunderstorms, Demidov the Musical brought his convoy to the Kremlin. For social pacts, For the central seal And for external contacts There he will answer. He will look sternly To your affairs, country, Under the leadership of Surkov, Under the hand of the Talker*. Touching and sobbing, Squatting endlessly Together "Young Guard" Sees off the young man: “You are ours, Vanya, an ideologist, Our driver and father!