Yes, our time is too far.
From those times when the Military Registration and Recruiting Bureau.
Hastily I sent the medallion into the depths.
Everything a soldier lives with until his death.
what was there Name, address, date.
That's all. And you don't need to know anymore.
what was there Just a soldier's life.
The one who never got to live.
Well, how long does he live? A freckled girl.
Still quite unclear, school look,
But therefore, a warm pillow.
(The District Military Registration and Recruiting Bureau does not remember it).
More forest volleys of lung trees,.
The unimaginative sunset of a fisherman.
and Lermontov's heavy pages.
(The District Military Registration and Recruiting Bureau does not know about them).
He also remembered the tramp of the train.
And the mother, petrified with tears.
(In the medallion plates of the soldier.
The Military Registration and Recruiting Bureau did not list them either).
Why is the soul thirsty and what is it rich in?
No one knew, and there was no point in knowing.
Now my whole life is a gas mask, a grenade.
And a carbine, and five clips for that.
We are twenty million in their name.
we don't know It is unlikely that we will know them all.
But we still find medallions decaying evidence of losses. May life be renewed a hundredfold.
May honest eyes burn forever.
and the pages of Shahar and Love,
And a woman's eternal tear! A. Gabling.