Author of quotes: Alexander Trifonovich Tvardovsky. Page 4

From your shabby books
Two lines about the soldier-boy,
That was in the fortieth year
Killed in Finland on the ice.
Lay somehow clumsily
Childishly small body.
Overcoat to the ice frost pressed,
Far hat flew off.
It seemed that the boy was not lying,
And still ran
Yes, the ice over the floor held...
Among the great war cruel,
Why, I'll never know,
I feel sorry for the fate of distant,
Like dead, lonely,
As if I lie
Frozen, little, killed
On the war neznamenitoy,
Forgotten, little, lie.

I was killed near Rzhev,
In a nameless swamp,
In the fifth company,
On the left,
When a brutal RAID.
I have not heard of the gap
And did not see the flare, -
Exactly into the abyss off a cliff
And no bottom, no tires.
And in all this world
Until the end of his days
No pelicci,
No stripes
With my shirt.

I know, no fault of mine
That other not have come from the war,
That they - someone older, someone younger -
Remained there, and not about the same speech
I could, but could not save, -
It's not about that, but still, still, still...

No, you didn't - it's young, -
Until he left for the wars,
What a happiness it is expensive
To have his own way.
To have, to love and remember the cute angle,
Where there are trees that father planted
Where there are, perhaps, great-grandparents graves
Even used you are to them never went...

So about a soldier say.
And he sometimes he lies:
Like, for which look back,
When you go forward?

Then I am doubly happy
If plenty work.

- A rare case in medicine
Hear Terkin, as in a dream.
Promorgali was warm in the hut,
Bed sheet - not white snow,
And standing over him in a Bathrobe
Not dead people.
<...>
And marvels aloud science:
- Ah Yes Terkin! Well, well!
He returned from the dead
Arrived again in the white light.
There's a sure sign:
He live for another hundred years.

There, rows over the years
Went in the ranks of the invisible
The Kolyma and Magadan,
Vorkuta from Narym.
For line features,
With a difference of small,
The area of permafrost
In eternity they were off.
Because of the wire
White-grizzled -
With their special article
Attached to the case...

Eternal sleep. The law of nature.
Seeing this all around,
Your tour guide
Terkin asked suddenly:
- What's the job
What's he doing, our that light?
Whether, if se - have someone
To do something?
Something we don't.
That's also a snag
And our special way of life,
From small to large
All of us lead.

In war, what is busy?
Soon waiting for its end.
That there is glory or honour
Without a victory for a fighter.
Better not, its, win,
For alive in the battle to produce.
And let's get her on the trail,
In the heat to the water to drink.
Don't think about death the hour
In it the main interest:
Death
It is always in stock,
Life is always running out.

The point is not that heaven or with hell,
Damn you, devil - all the same:
Guns to fight going backwards -
It is said long ago...

Us military
Not wear order.
You - all live.
Us the only joy is:
What struggled
We are for the Motherland.
Let no one heard our voice,
You should know it.

With trails its nothing sotupa,
Not retreating is to be yourself.
So to cope with his fate,
So it has found itself the fate of any
And someone's soul let the pain.

Bomb - stupid. Get
Foolish straight to the point.