ГрОб - Приказ 227
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Attract your/other people's guilt with blood
Metaphysically relatively expensive price
So click the brave eyes
And crucify the mouth wider
Right and left
After all, all this will be forgotten
Like garbage
Like an echo of drunken conscience
In the meantime, penalty battalions
This choice was given by the homeland
Zagrad-squads
Only ahead is not a step backward
No one deserted
I was lucky, I was left here
I succeeded and here I stayed
Shot one of his
And so -
Where the living ones will not survive
We are coming -
Stuncting lunar rolled rifles, hungry in star dust,
Recalling the unknown land -
Substituting the back
Patiently waiting for the field kitchen
With general stew, royal balija.
In accordance with military-historical science
Calm distinct concentration.
Met at the observation post
I took to smoke faces I don't remember
-Pal surrounded
A day later, he sorrowfully ran back -
Wolf Woje turned to the Moon
Still finished to the end
So, just in case.
They drowned silently.
Another intelligence with a fight
And, disastrously attracted by force,
Again rose from the trenches
In your last desperate growth,
By watering a night void from machine guns
They were blown up on mines
Mokli in the jelly water.
At the first signs of dawn
They fell into the trenches
Part remained lying in the snow
The field kitchen did not take these losses
This species tends to kill your own kind
And again threw it into a breakthrough
No one spared
They did not spare anyone
Universal survival conditions,
Sanitary paradoxes of ordinary consciousness
And the phenomenon of the hare,
Sitting in the grass,
Dew covered with droplets.