Was a tough fight. Increasingly the disobedient, as
sleepy night,
I just can't forgive myself. :
Of the thousands of persons I would know I little boy ,
I forgot to ask his name.
Years ten-twelve. Mischief,
From those who are leaders in children,
Of those in the frontline towns
They welcome us as dear guests.
The car is surrounded by Parking lots ,
They Carry water buckets — not work,
Bring the soap with a towel to the tank
And unripe plum pop…
There was a fight in the street. Enemy fire was
terrible,
We broke to the square ahead.
And he nails — do not look out of the towers, —
And his damn will know where he's coming from.
Then guess what the little house
He perched-so many holes,
And suddenly the car ran over the boy:
- Comrade commander, comrade commander!
I know where their gun is. I Scouted. …
I crawled, they're over there in the garden.…
Where?where?.. Let me go.
On the tank. I'll lead.
Well, the battle awaits. Get in here — ,
mate! —
And here we roll to the place of four.
Is worth the kid-mines, bullets whistle,
And only