Сергей Тимошенко - Валенки
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Piercing strokes pierced my memory
From a completely unsightly portrait of war
When Yuri Nikulin read the poetry
Of a poet unknown to me
A true artist, he looked first
Into the lens, only turning his eyes away at the end
When those most important words
Reporters captured on film

The soldiers' felt boots in them, sparingly
Removed not by the hand of a thief
Explained to the corpse
That they would soon be on the offensive

Later I learned what this pain was for
That blood seeped through bandages in the lines
To the veteran who wrote them
They assigned an uninteresting role in quick squabbles
That the author supposedly created a hymn to looting
Where is the valor and courage in his passage? Only he can understand with his mind
Who has never even smelled a real battle

The dead have no shame
Will cry for them later
Whoever used them as cover in battle
If suddenly he couldn't do otherwise

When, at the pass, after saying namaz
The mujahideen will slip a landmine under the tires
And will stop a KamAZ, suddenly bursting into flames
The vehicles following in the column
Time is not a luxury, but a heavy burden
To check for those alive in the lead cabin
The armored personnel carrier will instantly push it into the abyss
Increasing its chances of not dying

We are in the forest, we are a wolf pack
We must do our job
Simple arithmetic
You don't exchange a regiment for a company

Why did I write my song
And I remembered the felt boots at the beginning
So that the truth I sing
You, perhaps, at least like this, sideways, they recognized
After all, today, in the fire of urban battles
The truth of our grandfathers' stories is confirmed
And even if war takes its toll
It's still worth arguing with

If a blizzard breaks out
Where we are methodically wiped out
From a still-warm friend
I'll rent the shops silently