Fighting subsided, and in the hearts of a thunderstorm for a long time
Rumbled, more precisely, in those forever remained,
Where there were only their own, I would even say
Only brothers! .. After all, no one has ever been closer since.
It grew dark in the fields, there was so much warmth in them
What did you want in your arms to strangle this land without edge
And fall into this blue, and the abyss! .. Only gray-haired wormwood
From June that lay right up to May,
And we wandered in them until the morning, drunken with dew,
As once the boys - barefoot, stripped to the waist ...
Dried herbs would forgive us exactly fathers
Also who knew the price, which she won the Victory! ..
We gave each other such bundles of flowers,
And for that, I confess, not a drop there was not ashamed,
Where from the female sex - only one war, but love ...
With her to vomit are tired of twisting these, man, men! ..
Even the forest ... on his birch white trunks,
As on our bodies, its black marks bloomed ...
How many of those mines - in these - only Allah knows,
It remained to rust, where breaks are not so rare ...
We then swore not to break the silence,
To talk in a whisper only - take care, as the pupil,
And the fire was smoking, sweeping troubled dreams
On pockmarked from the wind, men's harsh faces.
Only on that on the edge - the dawn was already there
The colors of blood are the same as they spilled in these fields,
To start everything, again, from the fields ... To start everything from scratch
Where much can be forgiven, but you can hardly forget! ..
"Evening in the fields ..." 2016. September..