Вечный огонь - Вечный огонь
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Sl. and muses. S. Tymoshenko, Omsk

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Spring day holidays
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Grandfather, all in awards, froze at the fire,
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His head bowed low at the stove,
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He put flowers to the monument
On the bas -relief of surnames and dates
His mourning gaze glided softly
And at the last line
The memory of a tear crawled down the cheek

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The old Veteran Stalingrad recalled
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And the directive "Not a step back!"
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How the crying and cries of children drowned out
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Barking around the perimeter of concentration camps
In eternal heat, he saw in delirium
Its charred penalty battalion
And printed in the color of the room
As ashes, a covered path to Berlin

2.
In mournful silence, taking off the blue beret,
Also gray -haired, although not yet grandfather
Nearby, the captain bowed his knee,
In the left hand pinching a tulip
Right - proudly gave a prosthesis an honor
Those whose tragedy is knocked out here,
In the memorial granite wall
Soldiers who fell in the Afghan war

The combat officer did not forget
About the march on the Panjsher gorge
Autonomous Republic in a burning vice
Blacks of ruptures in frozen eyes
He remembers the hospital and boys,
Hiding stumps in bandages of bandages,
As a load of 200 children
He remembers the bitterness of the melted tears

3.
Slowly a guy came up to them,
Hiding the bull in the sleeve out of habit,
He pressed his lips, keeping silence,
Looking a look at the word Chechnya,
It seems that there was still a school ball yesterday,
Where he danced with his girlfriend,
But the president gave a wise order
And the proud Caucasus flashed with a torch

The soldier remembers how he celebrated the New Year
In Grozny under the plump fire, his platoon
And as bandits as a gift to the fighters
The prisoners' heads threw to the legs
He remembers the railway station
Emergency grin -burned tanks
Faces of the boys shot there,
He dreams every day at night

four.
Three generations of Russian soldiers,
Those that during life went through hell
Military duty brought together on this day
Those who could not return home
So in Russia it was, it will be
Saints for centuries valor, courage, honor
Praised by the army at all times
Our invincible country

Each of us should always remember,
That the life of a lived day or hour
Peaceful sky, freedom, love
This is the price for shed blood
Those who are no longer resurrected
Who, like we wanted to live and love
Memory of faithful to Russia sons
Will forever burn in our hearts