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Poems by Yuri Nesterenko

But remember: in a glass with champagne kpov
And tears, a man. Do not drink. Do not drink.

M. Shcherbakov

Not by the will of the poet
Not by the role of ballet
It turned out to be hot
Forty -first summer.
Not training shooting,
Non -penalty outfits -
To Smolensk from Elbe
The shells flew.
In the clouds of ash and dust
Perli tanks on the slope,
Pickers howled
Entering the column.
The winds of smoky blew,
Gravel fell from the sky,
Points put bullets
In a million biographies ...
So the chip fell out
So the chimes broke -
The boy spent yesterday
In the nameless grave.
And, even deprived of honor
Called the dead,
Became missing
Excluded, forgotten.
Mother will cry about her son -
The oblique ones will meet:
Well, how is he in a foreign land?
Betrayed, bastard, Russia?
That's all gratitude
From the saved power,
That's all radiation
Indelible glory ...

But by the will of the poet
We’ll quit the chips again
And the shutter of the gun
We skew the desired moment.
The yellow sleeve is brass
The steel of the box will not touch
And with the destruction of young
The political instructor will crowd.
There was his torn uniform,
In fat soot pashen,
Not a bloody wound
And the medal is decorated.
Behind the bombing - attack ...
Disked the headquarters in the environment
The political instructor, however,
He survived again in the battle.
Faith in the party full,
Under the fire of a machine gun
He led into battle for Stalin
A thin company.
To the red flag
Cut again over bread,
He is in the order "Not a step ..."
He had no hesitation.
There was such a time ...
And at the station soon
He is with his hand
Shot a panicar.
Later - in the speech of the battalion commander
Having caught a danger,
Without entering the debate,
Hasten a report.
He fought bravely,
Forever true to the order
Albeit wounded twice,
But deadly - never.
And did not know mercy
To the chatterbox, to Little!
There were ranks and awards.
The guy made a career.
I didn’t run under the tanks
And in the headquarters
Put a signature on the form:
No forgiveness!
What kind of babble: "Losses!"
"There were not enough supplies!"
Death to someone who, not believing,
I have not fulfilled orders!
... Miles in the army are long
But half passed
And back to Berlin
They rolled an avalanche.
There will be dishes and wine
There will be songs and dances ...
But for now - Ukraine,
And in the thickets there are rebels.
Commune paradise
Scattered with a muffler,
Brought to the edge
He has to live under Moscow again?
No! Catcers collective farms
Not familiar with rumors!
And the carts exploded,
And the district committees burned.
What is our hero? He is now
Member of the political government,
Rolls around Ukraine
To pacify the population -
Take hostages in huts,
Yes to comb the groves
And punish the guilty
Or those who are easier.
Red flag again
Ryaloted silk over bread,
Again the construction of the Gulag
They were replenished with slaves ...
He received the performer
New Order for the tunic,
The winner walked forward
And a local resident trembled.
The ticks of the armies closed,
Herman's myth, dispelled
And they reached home
Troph echelons.
Driving a soldier from Europe
Rags and patrifons,
And the bosses of the slave
Loaded wagons.
Our hero, before too much
Despised wealth
I was also with a junk -
Won, and Basta!
Although he was known iron,
Was dashing and daring
It turned out to be useful
Koye generals.
They nodded with decisions
Someone's fatty faces
And he is an increase
With translation into the capital.
Further - peaceful years ...
No, do not lie, freaks!
These are years of hunting
Behind the enemies of the people.
And the hero of the story
(At the same time and union)
"Furning the infection"
As always, not a burden.
Screamed, circled
Telephone discs,
And fed for the signature
Poor lists.
He claimed without looking
Extraordinary measures -
The flag of red for the sake
Or is still careers?
What is the difference, right,
Those who disappeared in the basements,
On river crossings
And on foresters ...
But Joseph was bent,
And Lavrenty ran into
Ours, without leaving,
I stayed afloat.
He experienced debunking
And gatherings of groups,
Met the era of silence -
Baud