Soviet National Anthem Lyrics Novels & Stories

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.

~~~~~~~~ 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.”