Oleksandr V. Zakernychnyi

Sasha, I will never forget you, you were the best. Julia, Dima. The hero returned to his native house - Mother and father are not happy about that meeting, Sashko returned in a cold coffin To his native village in the spring. A brave soldier and a cheerful disposition It seems that the whole sky is crying for him, And he flew to the sky with the cranes Lastly, he flew away from dad and mom. And the gray-haired mother stands, overcome with grief Saying goodbye to her only son in the house And the father, like a shadow, smolders with a candle next to him Having collected all the last hope in the vkulak. Sashko , forgive me! Fate can be seen all the time The best ones are now taken away from us. And with the "two hundredth cargo" whose fault is it You returned to Arbuzynka from the war? How terrible it is for parents to survive a child Or maybe he just fell asleep for a minute. And grandma didn't believes, or maybe it's a dream He will call, and he will answer the phone. But reality is real and disturbing in the fog - Forever a hero in Arbuzynska land. And grief, like a stone, cannot be expressed in words … And the hill of the earth is all watered with tears