Poet AAA - Трагедия страны в масштабах одной семьи
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The country's tragedy on the scale of one family

It was summer in the forty -first,
I grazed the goat at the house ...
My son is inept
In the yard he played with a friend.

Imitated the massacre,
How to save the country decided
But from the echo of the fatal
Heaven suddenly tremble!

Our receiver in the whole throat
It makes a dry speech
Instantly my life was erased
And introduced another ...

The husband then served in the infantry,
The first to be distributed
He, of course, without hunting
But they will give him a task.

Only the son rejoiced stubbornly:
"I will give myself the Fatherland!"
I certainly have no time for charm
I would save my native lives.

The war crept to our country,
No salvation from bad weather
Everyone took the little boys
They took away the military unit.

I was left at home
As if there is no continuation.
Friends have no fun
One thought is destruction.

The heart in the chest praises
And the soul is broken into shreds,
Like my children at the front:
Are they full, warmly dressed?

I do not need human life
The war took the whole family,
There are bad thoughts in my head
I want the final war.

Field letters are racing,
And to someone funerals ...
Husband and military children,
But they do not write me a line ...

Every day, like a terrible dream.
A month - as if a year has passed ...
For my men is so scary ...
Gray hair comes in whiskey ...

Thousands of volleys
Approach the village ...
Crazy fates
They rak from the field with nonsense ...

The sobbing neighbor
The son was blown up on a mine.
My God, how are my children?
If only they were not killed!

Take my soul
Take my body!
I don’t see my life without them,
Did it want this?

I beg you, give me strength
Nerves, courage, patience!
The heart is road and sweet.
I pray for you salvation!

There were years ... on the battlefield
The nurse left the house.
In the faces of dirty - exhausted
I was looking for friends.

Hopelessly, without recoil
Even without sometimes "thank you"
I saved for good luck
I was just as strong.

Every day in the trenches of corpses ...
Dirt and blood and the smell of death ...
I'm looking for my own hands
But the letter came in the envelope.

It had a vague handwriting in it
And in the blood all outlines
It was a dying outline
And an ominous cry of despair!

My eldest son was captured
The youngest was gone,
I did not read the letter
Earthly in the trench fell ...

So lay a lifeless
Shells are blown up nearby
I do not need this life
Only one is to blame!

I gave them completely
Two boys are unintentional,
My life is tired of me
It would be better if they died during childbirth.

And there is no news from her husband
Apparently, the war took everyone ...
He disappeared, missing
On earth now I am now.

The body rolled out nearby
I'm lying in his rags,
All of them do not care
And my life is running out ...

I inhale the earth for a day,
The smell of ash, soot, mud,
But you can’t lie idle
I am a human rescuer!

Let me not return the former
Let the family of the family end,
I will give all my strength to duty
Let the military come home.

I returned my life to the soldiers
I returned them home
To the sounds of trifles of machine guns
I followed them in an eternal battle!

I appreciated the life of others more
I so wanted their wives
A letter came that they had come true
Dreams of husbands undefeated!

I went through the whole war in the battle
The victorious is heard the cry of the soldier
I knew the price of amazing ...
Exploded in the field from the shell ...

Thank you, God, thank you
What returned me to the family!
I'm glad I was killed!
We won that war!
(12/13/17) (c) Poet aaa
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