An amazing period - autumn makes you write from the heart a new work from our readers already in November, we are waiting for the order of the General Assembly,.
On the machines, drops of rain dew.
from a raincoat than from a covered shovel,.
Thin smoke of a night candle flows Well, that means we are here the enemy is waiting for us behind the ravine everything is clear, tomorrow the battle will be conquered and the city will be silenced in silence and a deep sigh of the lieutenant the whole company will lie down,.
How can we save soldiers? On the field bag, the rough hand of the Major General.
Clenching knuckles painfully on my hand,
Guys, after all, we're all soldiers now.
And we can't back down guys...! For the motherland! For mothers! For every house that burns,
With a bayonet and a bullet we will defeat the enemy on the ground.
And the crimson flag flew on the roof.
Victory will bring us closer, at least for a moment, at least for a minute, at least for an hour. Now in the trenches, wrapped in great coats,.
Soldiers inspired by hope. They await the command and believe in a glorious victory.
And the enemy will be defeated and Berlin will be taken by Zyriansky.