According to a front-line roads


Here's a poem - take them to the memory:
There is nothing special.
They will remind only that you
We were friends many difficult years.

At the front, I remember, the storm raged,
But our souls are not frost freezes.
Us in this cold friendship warmed.
It was brighter than the tears drop.

I remember your strong and strict
With a blush on the cheeks chapped.
According to a front-line powder roads
You went to the soldiers' boots.

We went with you as it was necessary.
When is melted formidable battle smoke,
I met you and understand how you are happy
I was left unharmed.

Let the poetry of friendship between us
You will leave the soul in a clear trail.
Take them, good for memory -
There is nothing special ... 1956