The verse of our little brother from the guards 7th mountain

The verse of our little brother from the guards 7th mountain. I heard thunder yesterday Reminded again that How did you hold the defense? Having dug in behind the Dnieper. How autumn burned in battles And lay ashes on the snow. Like the trunks of “three hundredth“ pines They bled with resin. How they shone in the moonlight Sleeves frozen in the sand. How we hid from death In the rut of forest roads. How soot ate into the faces From bourgeoisie and bonfires. Like spring around the trenches Flowers sprouted blood. I heard thunder yesterday Suddenly they were reminded How We Met Charon Under the Antonovsky bridge. He ruled the boat in the fog, Cutting the surface of the Dnieper. An aunt was sitting at the stern - Our Motherland sister. Corrupted by Europe And rejected by her. On the face - a conflagration of soot, On clothes - the blood of children. Our dears!!! You can send your works to the feedback bot @VDD98_bot Источник: Lord Of War