"Знамя Ленина над нами,
Строить счастье мы пришли (мы пришли).
Пишем юными руками
The youthful Russian voice bellowed out through radio waves across the silence of the lunar surface. Like a child eager to build a sand-castle on the beach, he dug away at regolith that had sat undisturbed for billions of years, to build his sand-castle on the Moon (though perhaps a bunker would have been a more apt description). It might not have matched the fantastical complex envisioned by the Ministry of Culture's propaganda posters, but looking more akin to a big pile of snow in the Siberian winter, but it was a start. A humble beginning that would surely be followed by the gleaming lunar cities of the future. Humanity's first permanent outpost on another world, was taking shape barely a decade and a half after Komarov had first planted the hammer and sickle on the lunar surface Despite this, the phrase "Per aspera, ad astra" had proven its truth. For all advanced technology it took to get them there, from heavy-lift vehicles to the new Gerkules ion thrusters, the base's construction still required an old-fashioned touch. To protect the base against both cosmic rays from interstellar rays and solar flares, several meters of regolith was required, and that meant digging. Alas, even the motherland's best excavators were no match against the Moon dust it sought to displace. With gears jammed and electronics fried, the crew had taken to working by hand and shovel. All the better as far as Vladimir was concerned since it meant an excuse for more EVA time.
Not all was well, the economic boom of the 1970s, buoyed as it was by the rapid liberalization of the Kosygin years and high oil prices, has moderated considerably. The youth were dissatisfied and demanding ever more say in the affairs of government. Proxy wars in Nicaragua and Afghanistan raged. The race to militarize space had already begun. Relations with the United States had soured, while European states on both sides of the Iron Curtain seemed intent on sticking it to the superpowers. The whole world sat uncomfortably on the edge of all-out nuclear war.
Pausing, he looked up at his homeworld once more as he sang.
"Биографию Земли (Земли)
But for Vladimir, cynicism could not be sustained. Not when the stubborn optimism of his unrealistic childhood dreams had finally been realized. He was from the second generation of cosmonauts, being just five years old when Sputnik and Laika first flew, seven when Luna-1 first crashed on the lunar surface, nine when Gagarin ushered in the Space Age, and seventeen when Komarov planted his motherland's flag on another world. Now, here he was. He couldn't help but dream of the future.
"Слава вперёдсмотрящему,
Слава вперёд идущему,
Путь наш - из настоящего
К звёздному грядущему!
...
Путь наш - из настоящего
В грядущее зовёт!
Юность звёздною ракетой
Ввысь стремится с каждым днём (с каждым днём).
Сами ясные рассветы
Мы над Родиной зажжём (зажжём)!
His singing interrupted as he lost his balance and awkwardly tumbled to the ground in the Moon's comparatively light gravity.
"Путь героев, путь тревожный,"
He sang, as he appropriately staggered to his feet once more.
"Ввысь стремится с каждым днём (с каждым днём).
Сами ясные рассветы
Мы над Родиной зажжём (зажжём)!
Путь героев, путь тревожный,
Верю, мы пройдём с тобой (мы с тобой) -
Зыбкой тропкою таёжной,
Звонкой лунною тропой (тропой)!
Будет путь наш легендарен
В марше завтрашних годов (да, годов).
Каждый станет - как Гагарин,
Каждый станет - как Титов (Титов)!
Слава вперёдсмотрящему,
Слава вперёд идущему,
Путь наш - из настоящего
К звёздному грядущему!
...
Путь наш - из настоящего
В грядущее зовёт! "
Finishing the song, the Vladimir paused once more and turning towards the darkening sky as the two-week-long lunar night approached. In the distance, twinkling dimmly
the cosmonaut eyed a faint red dot in the distance and began...
"Жить и верить - это замечательно.
Перед нами - небывалые пути:
Утверждают космонавты и мечтатели,
Что на Марсе будут яблони цвести.
Хорошо, когда с тобой товарищи,
Всю вселенную проехать и пройти.
Звёзды встретятся с Землёю расцветающей,
И на Марсе будут яблони цвести.
Я со звёздами сдружился дальними,
Не волнуйся обо мне и не грусти.
Покидая нашу Землю, обещали мы,
Что на Марсе будут яблони цвести!"