9 May is Victory Day in Russia. It is a bright and sad holiday for me. My father fought from 1941 to 1945. He started the war a simple soldier, and graduated from the captain.
My Mom told me how he sent her a letter, there have been verse "In the dugout." The poems are very tender. They married after the war in 1948. I know a lot about my parents. I will write down all I remember and leave that for my children and grandchildren.
I am writing now and crying. My parents were amazingly good and intelligent people
Sngs of war "In the dugout" (lyruics - Surkov, music - Listov)
Eugene Belyaev sings
Землянка (Zemlyanka-- bunker, often with log top)
Fire flickers in the little stove
Resin drips from the log like tears
And the concertina in the bunker
Sings to me of your smile and your eyes
The wind in the bushes whisper to me of you
In a snow-white field near Moscow
Above all I want you to hear
How sad my living voice is
You are so very far away
Snows and snows lie between us
It is too hard for me to come to you
And here there are four steps to death.
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