Russian National Anthem Lyrics Novels & Stories

Barely above a breath. The Russian lullaby my mother sang to me when I was small and the world still felt safe. “Bayu-bayu, bayushki-bayu… Ne lozhisya na krayu… Pridet serenkiy volchok… On ukhvatit za bochok…” My voice cracks on the first line. I don’t care. I keep going. Soft. Steady. For both of them. The words are simple. Ancient. Full of protection and promise.

I sit up, and taking hold of her ass, I keep hold of her as I pull out before thrusting deep into her. I keep the pace slow, and with our eyes lock, she wraps her arms around my neck. “You feel so good,” I groan. “Russian,” she gasps. “Luchshe derzhis' krepche, potomu chto ya sobirayus' zhestko tebya trakhnut'.” “God,” she moans, her inner walls clamping around me like a vice. “More.” “Ty moi, Anya.” Our faces are an inch apart, and nothing else exists at this moment. “Ty moy. Vechno i navsegda.”

Anastasia The man stopped, making me swing. My hair fell down, wetted and messed up from being upside down and carried over his shoulder. Rain continued to streak into my nose and mouth, and I growled at the burn up in my sinuses. I didn't care if this bastard was a member of the almighty and fearsome Antonov Bratva. He had no damn right to tote me around like this, like a sack of potatoes. He cursed, violently and swiftly. I didn't know what he'd said. The string of profanity was Russian, and I only recognized it because my dad used to let loose with a familiar curse when he was pissed off.

I kissed up and down her throat, before planting a gentle kiss against her mouth, hoping to express through my actions how much she means to me. “Mary, I love you.” I whispered to her as I pulled away. “You are my Queen. I want to give you the world. We will battle your enemies together. Please don’t leave me again.” She shuddered, as she stared into my eyes. “ I love you too Nikolai, and I’ll remain by your side for as long as you’ll have me.” “Навсегда дорогая, Forever Darling.” I whispered in Russian and then again in English. “I’ll want you for forever.”

~~~~~~~~ Later that night, I found them in Alora’s room. Nikolai sat on the edge of her bed, his injured arm resting carefully while Alora leaned against his good side. The sight stopped me in the doorway. “Again,” Alora whispered sleepily. “Sing the one about the moon.” Nikolai’s voice was surprisingly soft as he began singing in Russian. Even though I didn’t understand the words, I felt them. Alora’s eyes grew heavy, her small hand resting on his arm. “Ty moya zvezdochka,” he murmured between verses, brushing her hair gently. “My little star.”

Zorya Utrennjaja had eyes the color of plum wine and Zorya Vechernjaja’s gaze was like spilled blood. Wordless, each Zorya placed a finger on Ivan’s shoulders. Ivan rose. Morozko stood, following Ivan. Zorya Utrennjaja opened her rosy mouth, and an angel’s song came out, wordless and tonal, like the slow creak of a glacier. Ivan smiled. “Yes, we are looking for your granddaughter, Anya. I know you must guard your post. We will keep her safe.” Zorya Vechernjaja sang, her voice like the call of a mourning dove. Ivan somehow understood them. Perhaps, Morozko thought, this is the language of the gods.

"Sad. But not...not alone? Like someone understood. Like I'm not the first person to feel broken and still survive." "You're not. Millions have felt this. Survived this. You will too." The song ended. He queued another. This one was Russian. A lullaby. Old. Traditional. The kind mothers sang to their children for generations. Katya's eyes flew open. "I know this. I..." She started humming. The melody perfect. Like muscle memory. "How do I know this?" "Maybe someone sang it to you. When you were small. Before..." He stopped. Let her fill in the blanks.

I cursed under my breath in Russian, raw and violent, my fingers shaking through rage as I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth. That caught everyone’s attention. They glanced at me with concerned frowns. I dialled the number and it rang once before she picked up. I didn’t raise my voice, keeping my tone low and dangerous. “Ty tol’ko chto podpisala sebe prigovor, Katya. Ya idu za ney.” (You just signed your own death sentence, Katya. I’m coming for her.) A soft giggle that made my vision darken, filtered through the speakers. “Oh, come on,” Katya clicked her tongue mockingly. “I haven’t even done anything to her… yet.”

Tom pulled the hood of his jacket down, shoved his hands into his pockets, and stood ruffled like a frozen bird. Kit, in a long black coat, with her arms outstretched and her eyes closed, breathed in the damp, cool wind that ruffled the blue strand in her bangs. Her lips trembled, exhaling a puff of steam, and she sang. It was something… magical. Lou could hardly understand what the song was about, as he mastered Russian much more slowly than she mastered English. Damn difficult language! But about something very romantic. Something about ships, the captain and the Arctic.

“I see it. Your eyes move. Your mind works. You are thinking too much for this place.” My mouth went dry. I scrambled for something to say, any role to play. “I— I’m just… warming my voice. I can sing for you, if you like.” It sounded pathetic and stupid the moment I said it. His lips twitched. It wasn't quite a smile, wasn't quite mockery. “Sing.” I panicked. My mind went blank of every English song I knew. Then, from some deep, buried memory, a tune surfaced. It was an old Russian lullaby, one my mother had hummed sometimes when I was very small. The words were simple and melancholic.