Author of quotes: Alexander Trifonovich Tvardovsky

But the setter is the soul alive,
Know me, no fool! -
Scare still wanting:
- What's the name? - yells.
He sighed, shrugged,
Bald growth is small.
Lenin said simply.
- Lenin? - And here sat a man.

Again I return to this topic, a halt in a ditch, blackened stump, scattered pine trees separate the shadows and woods notched the overall shade.

Communication with book - the highest and an indispensable form of intellectual human development.

The ferry, ferry!
The guns are sounding in the pitch darkness.
The battle is Holy and right.
Mortal fight not for glory
For the sake of life on earth.

Reported on the form like
Immediately to sail him back.
- Well done! - said the Colonel.
Well done! Thank you, brother.
And with a smile nerobkie
Then the fighter says:
- Also, can we stack
Because done?
The Colonel looked severely
Glanced at the fighter.
- Well done, and there are many
Just two.
- So two W the end...

Given a stack - beginning to live,
Sat up on the bed:
- Allow me to report...
The platoon on the right Bank
Alive and well in spite of the enemy!
The Lieutenant asks
The light there to throw.
And after the fire
Standing with feet will warm up.
What is there to cripple,
The crossing will provide...

Under the mountain, a staff hut,
Immediately the guy on the bed
Put to dry,
Alcohol became a grind.
Rubbed, rubbed...
Suddenly he said, as if in a dream:
- Doctor, doctor, is it possible
Warm up inside me
So not all of the skin to spend?

And, zabiegow crust
The ice broke off,
He he, Vasily Terkin,
Stood up alive - made a raft.
Smooth, naked, as from the bath,
Got up, staggering heavily.
No teeth, no lips
Not running - brought.
Caught, tied,
Gave the boots from his feet.
Threatened, ordered -
Can, whether, and run.

Came the Sergeant with binoculars.
Looked closer: no, alive.
- No, alive. Without his tunic.
- Not Fritz? Not to us in the rear?
- No. It could be a Terkin? -
Someone joked timidly.
Wait, guys, not to go,
There is no sense to pull the pontoon.
- Allow me to try?
- What to try!
- Brothers - he.

- No, not the chock and not the barrel
Just looking ripped.
- Not a swimmer do alone?
Just kidding, brother. Water is not the same!
- Yes, water... scary to Think.
Even the fish cold.
- Not from our yesterday
What has risen from the bottom?..
Both at once subdued.
Said one soldier:
- No, he drifted in his coat,
Full gear, dead man.
Both are great chilled,
Whatever it was, - the first time.

Two soldiers sitting in watch
Over cold water.
Whether dreams, whether it seems,
Thought knows,
Whether the frost on the eyelashes,
Whether really something there?
I see little point
Appeared in the distance:
Whether chock, whether a barrel
Floats on the river?

Maybe - so, maybe a miracle?
At least sign some of there
Trouble used for bad.
Long nights, hard Zori
In November - for the winter gray.

Cold, cold not hear,
Death for death is not terrible,
Even though they ration writes
First company Sergeant major,
The foreman ration them writes,
And in the mail field
Not going faster, not quieter
Letters old home
What else guys do
At rest in the fire
Somewhere in the woods wrote
Each other on the back...

Sensitive breathing shore this
Together with those that
Under the cliff waiting for the dawn,
Warm the ground belly -
Waiting for dawn, waiting for reinforcements,
Spirit to fall don't want to.
The night passes, there is no road
Neither forward nor back...
And maybe there half the night
Porosit snow in their eyes,
And for a long time
It does not melt in their sockets
And pollen is on the people -
The dead don't care.