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My neighbor as hlebnete wine
All said : " War, war ... "
And how many lives claimed and did not work .
A Victory Day suit -
Wear orders and drinks
And crying quietly , recalls how they lived .

Remembers how her mother , facial features
And death notice on father
And as in sixteen fled to the front with Vityuhoy ,
As Vic shouted: " Go for the ... "
And torn on the eyes,
A strange old woman buried .

And as he lay in hospital ,
Combat died at the hands of
And how concussions in April near Berlin.
As a child ran snake ,
In the war with the boys played
And as winter crochet clung to the car.

During the war he played - as if he knew :
Grew up a little bit - the front hit .
War of childhood fun in life come in handy .
And many one played before the war in prison
Very few of them returned to the penal battalion .

He recalled that when he came ,
Mother cooked on the table
Two cucumber salt , sugar and crust .
Was crying in the empty sleeve
And watched her lips clenched ,
As he drank with one hand from his father mugs.
Then came Vityuhi mother
And remember Vit'ka steel ,
As she put vityuhin old pouch .
She went home in tears ,
Pouch hand pressed to his chest ,
And burning in the window light midnight .
And having put him to bed ,
All night sitting beside his mother ,
Then I went to the river to wash shirt .
Hlystnul whip away shepherd
Beyond the river hoarsely singing rooster
Taking off on a rusty tank thirty four.
Why is drinking too many years
Armless veteran neighbor
And the smell of mothballs stars and medals ?
Stands at the Volga obelisk
Dad at the funeral sheet
And the smiles on the photo Commander Stalin ...