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Ordinary bus and as usual
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Who can argue about something , who just sits .
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And with the girl next door in the back seat ,
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An ordinary kid , kid is sitting.
He was dressed simply - in jeans , T-shirt,
And you can see that the guy met c disaster
On view - twenty-six , he did not live ,
But there was this guy , obsalyutno gray .
So stop, and in gait tyashnoy
In the bus comes , old veteran
And he sees that the guy can not rise ,
The old man , obarzel , rammed :
& quot; You're what , paskuda , you can not go up ?
After all, I am for you, fought for five years
After all, I am for you, a bullet drop,
After all, I am for you, just do not put life & quot ;.
And all looked around , and everyone looked ,
A guy who procrastinate, procrastinate rose,
And he said quietly , eyes veteran :
& quot; I, too , father fought for you & quot ;.
In his eyes , reflected breaks
Dushmans brutality , cars caravan ,
That terrible word , the terrible word ,
That terrible word , the word - & quot; Afgan & quot;
And the guy , the lame , walked through the cabin ,
And more since then , I have not seen ,
A veteran , sat down on a chair,
Clutched at his heart , and wept .
Ordinary bus and as usual ,
Who can argue about something , who just sits .
And with the girl next door, in the back seat ,
Since then, so nobody , nobody sits .
