Quote/Poem Enemies burned native hut

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Enemies burned native hut,
Ruined his family.
Where will now go soldier
Who carry their grief?

Soldiers went in deep grief
At the intersection of two roads
Soldier found in the wide field
Overgrown grass mound.

Cost soldiers - and like lumps
Stuck in his throat.
The soldier said: "Meet, Praskovya
Hero-her husband.

Prepare for guest entertainment,
Served in a large hut table -
Your day, your holiday Returned
To you I come to celebrate ... "

No one soldier did not answer,
No it is not met,
It was only a warm summer breeze
Grass gravestone rocked.

Sighed soldiers strap adjusted,
He opened his bag camping,
Bitter bottle set
The gray stone coffin.

"Do not blame me, Praskovya
What I have come to you like this:
I wanted drink to the health,
A must drink for the peace.

Converge again friends, girlfriends,
But we do not come together for ever ... "
And the soldiers drank copper mugs
Wine with grief in half.

He drank - a soldier, a servant of the people,
And with a heavy heart to say:
"I came to you for four years,
I won three powers ... "

Hmelel soldiers, a tear rolled,
Tear dashed hopes,
And on his chest shone
Medal for Budapest.

1945
 
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