Алексей Остапенко - Блокада Ленинграда
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The Neva River is silent, as if in oblivion,
The ice is frozen, like tears on cheeks,
In the besieged city, in the harsh silence,
Fear has settled in the stone houses.

The radio crackles, the sound extinguishes hope,
A meager ration – a stale piece of bread,
And every day is a painful lesson,
How to survive when death knocks at your temple.

Sirens howl, like a wolf's cry,
In the sky – the ominous cross of enemy planes,
But Leningrad stands, alive with hope,
Only by its spirit is it invincible.

The Siege of Leningrad – a sorrowful captivity,
So many days in icy embraces,
But faith helped them rise from their knees,
It lived in the hearts of the tormented, dear ones.

Children, old people, soldiers – all in line,
With weak hands they dig the frozen snow,
They whisper of hope at the edge of the abyss,
Its glimmer has not faded in their souls.

Art, music – the last light,
In empty theaters – echoes of dreams,
They remind us that there is a dawn,
That life is not only the ice of frozen tears.

The Siege of Leningrad – a sorrowful captivity,
So many days in icy embraces,
But faith helped them rise from their knees,
It lived in the hearts of the tormented, dear ones.

May our memory remain alive,
Of those who fell under the hail of terrible misfortunes,
Of those who did not surrender Leningrad to the enemy,
Of those who were able to go through this hell.