is he


A little gray, like a silver poplar
He stands, taking hits.
How much cost him Sevastopol!
How much cost to him of Stalingrad!

And blind frosty night
When the front sweeps blizzard
His clear, bright eyes
Until the end of spotted enemy.

These black, hard years
All hope was to it.
Which breed sverhmoguchey
Nature created it?

Winning in military science,
The enemy's blood staining the snow,
He is in the hands of powerful people
Brazen took enemy.

And when approached vandals
To our ancient capital of the fathers,
Where he found these generals
And these legendary fighters?

He nurtured them. Above their upbringing
Many thought it night and day.
Oh, what a lightning tests
Prepared they were!

And in the battle for the Fatherland severe
We walked fearlessly to die for him,
For his fair word,
For the great truth of it.

How high he lifted up the power,
The leader of the Soviet people-friends,
And what kind of world fame
He created for his Motherland!

... The same opinion. The same simple question.
Just stingy and wise words ...
Over Russian military maps
It turned gray golova.1945