by Vladimir Bobrov (1921 - 1977)
Pis'mo s fronta
Language: Russian (Русский)
Čudom il' ne čudom, no iz boja Vnov' ja vyšel cel i nevredim... Materinskoju tvoej toskoju, Vidno, v samom dele ja chranim. V tišine korotkoj peredyški, V č'ej-to razvoročennoj izbe Ponjal ja, no, možet, pozdno sliškom, Kak segodnja tjaželo tebe. Skol'ko bed ostalos' za plečami, Skol'ko novych zaleglo morščin, Snilsja skol'ko raz tebe nočami Nedvižimym tvoj poslednij syn. Govorit' smešno ob ėtom, znaju, No kogda opasnost' nado mnoj, JA tebja nevol'no vspominaju, I beda prochodit storonoj. Čudom? - net, ne čudom ja iz boja Vyšel snova cel i nevredim: Materinskoju tvoej toskoju, Vidno, v samom dele ja chranim.
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- by Vladimir Bobrov (1921 - 1977) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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