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Сообщение от Eugene

Vladimir Kristapovich Kantian, disabled war veteran, prisoner of the Gulag. Yuri L. Sagalovich, disabled veteran, Ph.D., a former machine gunner and scout. Olga Noevna Kosorez, veteran, volunteer, served in the exploration, radio operator and translator. Mark M. Rafał, veteran 1941-1945., Captain of marines, the defense of Moscow. Jacob Kostyukovsky, a war veteran and screenwriter. Lev Netto, a veteran of World War II, a prisoner of the gulag, party Norilsk uprising in 1953, Mark Solomonovich Neufeld, disabled veteran, honored inventor of Russia, Candidate of Technical Sciences. Lena A. Litveyko-Belyakov, a veteran of World War II, honored the donor of the USSR, a pediatrician. Semen Filippovich Marshak, a disabled war veteran, chairman of the veterans VNII "Stroydormash.
http://www.mk.ru/social/article/2010...h-moskvyi.html

For you, dear veterans, you are absolutely right, on the streets of Moscow on May 9 to be reproductions of these paintings, not the posters depicting the criminal ..
                                   
for that guy

Today I get up before dawn.
In a wide pass through the field ...
Something in my memory was,
All that was not me - I remember.

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Bute dozhdinki cheeks sunken,
For the universe twenty years - not enough
Even I was not acquainted with the guy
Promised: "I'll be back, Mom!"

A prairie grass smells like bitterness
Young wind green.
We woke up - and roars over midnight
Whether a thunderstorm, or an echo of the past war.
We woke up - and roars over midnight
Whether a thunderstorm, or an echo of the past war ...

Spring promises to be a long,
Waiting for selected grain pastures ...
And I live in the land of good
For myself and for the guy.

I'm on the severity of such - stoop,
But otherwise you can not live if
All calls me his voice,
All sounds in me his song.

R. Christmas
1970

We are 20 million

From the famous to the unknown and,
Combat which years are not free,
We are 20 million unforgotten,
The dead do not return from the war.

No, we did not disappear in the pitch smoke,
Where the path, as the summit was not straight.
Even we are removing the young wives
And the boys taking mothers.

A Victory Day descend from their pedestals
And in the windows of the light until they went out
We have everything - from privates to generals -
We are located invisibly among you ....

... There are no names on the gravestones,
They were all sons of the tribes left.
We are 20 million unforgotten,
The dead do not return from the war ...
(Gamzatov)

* * *

On a stretcher near the barn,
At the edge of the village repulsed,
The nurse whispers, dying:
- I have, guys, have not lived ...

And the men around her crowded
Nor can her eyes to watch:
Eighteen - is 18,
But all is inexorable death ...

After many years in the eyes of the beloved,
With his eyes fixed,
The light glow, quivering smoke
Suddenly seeing a war veteran.

Shudder and he will go to the window,
Trying to smoke on the move.
Wait for him, his wife, a little -
In the 41st year, he is now.

Where near the black barn
At the edge of the village repulsed,
The girl stammered, dying:
- I have, guys, have not lived ...

Julia Drunina

(Many thanks to Anatolia, a selection of pictures. http://www.liveinternet.ru/users/2010239/post125668256/)