Serhii M. Rudenko

I dedicate to the bright memory of Serhii Rudenko He flew away… His wings fell… He fell like a meteor from the sky… The star of life faded, faded… My son will no longer come to his mother. Eternity, opened her cold arms: - Mother! Mom!!! - and a shadow in the eyes… Below Vasylkov into the black abyss A shot bird fell with a rotary wing. Someone with a black mouth said: "That's not where he is, He died here, not where the anti-terrorist operation…" Who then injured the car with bullets, Who put it out of order, tell me who??? … .She only had a black shawl left… And the wasteland is boundless… Viscous blackness… - Son, son! An only child!.. I don't want to live… The whole world is DARKNESS… She would rock noisy grandchildren, She would sing lullabies to children! …The star fell… the wings folded… The son remained forever young. The flower has been on the grave for a year. As it does not wither. The youthful smile froze on the whistle… He did not live his life in vain, mother, A winged soldier faithful to the Fatherland