Hennadii L. Doshchenko (Doshch)

Today, it has been six months since Gena passed away, and I still don't want to believe that he is no longer with me. I am left with memories and photos that I will cherish forever. The pain does not go away. Only years pass…

Do you hear, Rain, how your little girl is crying For a warrior who laid down her life?! You washed in blood and lay down, dear, Rest in peace, dear older brother. You hear Rain, how your sweetie is crying, How the heart bursts out of the chest?! An evil black raven tore off her wings And the sunshine went out on the same day. You see the Rain, how the son loses consciousness From the pain of loss that you are gone?! And as a small grandson, not believing, instead, The sound of "grandfather!", looking into the darkness. Do you see, Rain, how your friends miss you, How strong boys wipe away a tear? You were one such: cheerful, kind, courageous, Hero and leader always in life . Do you hear, Rain?…do you hear Uncle Gen? You are not dead, you are always near, here! Forever in my heart, in my thoughts every day Glory to you in eternal life!

It hasn't rained for a long time. Dry leaves and grass. Perhaps the rain forgets. It's time for him to come. Where did that rain get stuck - what, he doesn't want to work? Apparently he got lost in the forest. We will go look for him. But there is no need to look for rain - it is already coming. The blue sky has turned black - will the rain find us? The rain will open the window itself - who said there is no rain? He knocks on the little room - no, I will not let him into the little room! It is raining near the house, washing the window panes. Then our beds will be watered and it will melt in the distance! Every rain will remind us of You, Brother Rain!