Oleksandr V. Vasylenko

In memory of Oleksandr Vasylenko No one could keep him at home, When a storm arose in the capital: "Move there! - this mission is conscious- For many…,-to the epicenter of events!" He defended freedom on the Maidan He chased away bastards and uncles, In the struggle, like a son of his people, He earned a military education with dignity. And then as a volunteer to help To my brothers in the Donbas, to the East, In order to hasten our victory, He went on his fateful campaign. In order to give a proper rebuff to the "Lugandons" Sashko stood under bullets more than once, He generously gave them a tip with pepper, Until the cartridges ran out… Encircled from the sides near Krasnodon, A whirlwind of salvoes hit our men from everywhere, And an older brother, a Muscovite from abroad "Hostintsi" in shells gives out… So for a whole month, metastases burned, Under a hail of mortar rain He carried his Cross, carried out orders, And in silence…,- home-made borscht I wanted!…-the dream would return home, Into the arms of relatives, To Medvyn, to the village, Leave its pain and stormy fatigue, And again everything will be as it was. But it was not to be…, cut down in a duel, He still fought for life for a long time Where there is no longer any chance, Because only true heroes live like this!