Half an hour before the assault,
Soon again, under the tanks,
Again listening to the concert of explosions,
But to the young fighter
They passed on from home
A small, sky blue, triangle of an envelope
And as though you were not here,
When the writing of a bride
Or they wrote, your father and mother...
But something else happened
It seems, they shouldnít have hurried
To hand the soldier the letter before the battle
At the beginning it read:
"Please excuse me my silence
I wonít wait." And that was all.
Only below, a postscript:
"Iím leaving for far away,
You fight calmly, and forgive me, if Iíve offended."
With the first fracture
The lad cried in sorrow:
"Mailman, what the hell did you bring!
A second before death
In a triangular envelope
I received a bullet wound."
He stepped from the trench
With the gun on his neck
He did not watch out for fragments
And in the battle for Suroi
He hugged the earth,
Only the wind scattered the ripped pieces of the letter.