Julia Drunina. (№ 368925)

Every day was bitter,
Were no rallies and banners.
In the environment were Orsha
Our battered battalion.
Zinka us led the attack,
We made it on black rye,
By craters and gullies,
Through mortal boundaries.
We are not waiting for posthumous fame,
We would like to thank to live.
... Why in bloody bandages
Svetlanoy soldier is?
Her body with his overcoat
Sheltered me, teeth clenched,
Belarusian winds sang
About Ryazan deaf gardens.