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754 B
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27 lines
754 B
Plaintext
According to a front-line roads
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Here's a poem - take them to the memory:
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There is nothing special.
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They will remind only that you
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We were friends many difficult years.
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At the front, I remember, the storm raged,
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But our souls are not frost freezes.
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Us in this cold friendship warmed.
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It was brighter than the tears drop.
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I remember your strong and strict
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With a blush on the cheeks chapped.
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According to a front-line powder roads
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You went to the soldiers' boots.
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We went with you as it was necessary.
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When is melted formidable battle smoke,
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I met you and understand how you are happy
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I was left unharmed.
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Let the poetry of friendship between us
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You will leave the soul in a clear trail.
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Take them, good for memory -
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There is nothing special ... 1956 |