Julia Drunina. (№ 368932)

Don't know where I learned tenderness, -
About it don't question me.
Growing in the desert the soldiers graves,
Comes in coat of my youth.
In my eyes, a charred tube.
Fires raging in Russia.
And again never been kissed lips
The wounded boy bit.
No!
We've learned summaries
Big retreat season.
Again the fire ran of the artillery,
I'm on the armor jumped on the go.
And in the evening over the mass grave
Stood with drooping head...
Don't know where I learned tenderness, -
Maybe on the road the front...