Julia Drunina. (№ 368930)

We were standing on the Moscow river,
A warm breeze rustled her dress.
Suddenly from under the hand
Me strange look
So sometimes I look at strangers.
He looked at me and smiled:
Well, what of you
Soldiers?
How were you right
In the war?
Do you sleep in the snow,
The machine was built in their heads?
I
I can't imagine
To a worn-out soldier's boots!.
I had remembered another:
Mortars hit,
The snow was falling.
And he said to me quietly
Dear,
Like you people:
Lie here and freeze in the snow
If he had not lived in the cities...
I can't imagine
In high heels...