Маузеръ - Приказ командира
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Across the river, a rosy sunset glows;
The millstone has ground down our brave detachment.
Pitiful remnants huddle by the stream,
And a shell-shocked soldier keeps calling for a medic.

Frowning by the river stands the Red Commander;
In the field lies a deserter, shot dead.
With a trembling hand, he holsters his pistol—
For executing one’s own is a torment beyond compare.

By the casting of lots, the role of executioner fell to him;
The order was given: read the sentence, then carry it out.
And by morning—sleepless—his hair had turned white as an old man’s,
As if, in a single night, he had aged eighty years.