Friends, cooking with kids concert devoted to 66th anniversary of Victory Day, I want to congratulate everyone on this holiday and to share a poem, which I think reflects the tragedy of the brutal merciless war. Let's not forget those who gave their lives for the sake of peace on Earth, World War II veterans, who may live near you and in need of care and attention. Read this and tell us what emotions you have caused this poem.
' Ashes '.
This red dust underfoot, gravel.
From the bones - not ince eh covered rzhoy?.
This can be frisky baby's legs.
What kind of a white butterfly chasing mezhoy.
Or pen -child reaching for their mother,.
Hugging her neck, fondled her....
Or was this big hands crushed,.
What happened to the love of his chest pressed against children.
This ash, which is carried by the wind,.
It was his eyes, laughed and cried at times,.
Was his lips, smile, music, light,.
Kisses was the ash gray.
Was the heart, anxiety, joy, anguish,.
He was the brains, braided meanders living.
The word ...
Similarly, white on black is inscribed in them.
These hair: hair, braids and strands,.
That piled the dead, shaggy mountain, -.
Somebody unwinds and excitedly stroking.
And sometimes touched his dry lips.
Net Awe hearts, inspiring speech.
Golden Hope, shining eyes....
Crematoria terrible burning stoves.
Ashes... Ashes... Only ashes left from you.
One Flew over the barbed wire,.
As the bird gently edge of the wing.
Wild rose, crimson, and marvel at the burning,.
What's on this bloody earth blossomed.
The pain, which is still my heart did not know.
Turned into a salty, thorny ball.
And, like a bullet forever lodged in the larynx.
To breathe, I could not forget and I could not.
I am heavy, unseeing gaze lift.
And from heaven he can not take.
His whole being to the man cry,.
Man clutching a handful of ashes.
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