Song of the overcoat


A fragment of the poem "Vasily Terkin"

Ah, the cloth, the Treasury,
     Military overcoat -
  Campfire in the forest prozhzhennaya,
     Cancel overcoat.

  Famous punched
     In combat, the enemy fire
  Yes its hand sewn -
     This is not expensive!

  Do you fall, threw himself,
     Wounding our brother,
  On the one worn overcoat
     Will carry you to the medical battalion.

  A kill - so the dead body
     Your other in a row
  That shinelkoyu Shabby
     Ukroyut - sleep, soldier!

  Sleep, soldiers with short life
     Neither the road nor in the house
  I did not have to sleep for the procedure
     Neither his wife, nor the one in 1971 ...