Julia Drunina. (№ 368924)

We went from a broken spruce
Wait, when will begin to lighten.
Under the two warmer overcoat
On cold, damp ground.
- You know, Julia, I am against sadness,
But today it doesn't count.
Somewhere in the boondocks of Apple
Mother, mother, my lives.
You have friends, beloved,
I have only one of her.
The smell in the house trough and smoke
The threshold boiling spring.
Old think: every Bush
Restless waiting for his daughter.
You know, Julia, I am against sadness,
But today it does not count...
Warmed up we barely
Suddenly an unexpected order: "Forward!"
Around again in the damp overcoat
Svetlanoy the soldier goes.