Channel recommendation writer Alexander Gushchev, a veteran of the nervous Northern Military District of the Motherland "Tell me, are they dying of boredom? " —.
He hugs his head in his hands.
asked me And the heart is like a lieutenant.
pinch And with my feet on the edge I passed quietly across the huge abyss.
"I don't know, bro, it's never happened to me.
I was sad, but it seems to have passed.
Time wrapped like a blanket. They shot at me, rained art on me.
Yaga and Kamikaze hunted.
But it turned out to be nonsense.
How to wake up from nightmares at home. It's like we're on this landing again.
We are moving forward, and death is nipping at our heels.
Here the brother lightly touched the leg.
Before PMN... explosion Everything is wrong. His leg is no longer his.
Burn it quickly, we don't need the "pale"!
We'll get it, don't shout, it's not too far.
Or "man" a house, or life as a prize. Yes, it's scary - there's dirt and soot everywhere.
The black ground was saturated with blood.
We still have a long way to go until victory.
But if there's something to it, we'll see if we can get there. You know, there is no time for boredom at all. There the boys sow the land.
Let's go ahead. Pieces, pieces, pieces -.
Nerves cut off from the motherland. They lie in tormented fields.
And they breathe without movement and without sound.
And we yearn, hugging our heads,.
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