Емельянова Екатерина
6 класс
МБОУ "СОШ №7"
г.Канаш, Чувашской Республики
The beginning of May.
The red carnations,
The tears of those distant terrible years.
And veterans righteous faces,
The features that aren’t more.
Once again, these dates are suitable.
For some reason I feel guilty -
Fewer remember Victory
More forget about the war.
Thunder fireworks and parades.
For those who are alive, will get rewards.
Speech will say aloud, with a sense of duty,
And then all will be forgotten for a long time.
I understand that once
Come completely different date.
No more veterans.
They shall not live.
Neither ordinary nor the officers,
Neither injured nor the whole,
Neither noble generals
None of us for it is not the answer.
And to myself, I'm talking:
So much has been wars in this world,
So many years have passed since then.
And, as usual, I remember my grandfather,
Returned without legs ...
How easily he climbed the ladder,
How to dance the prosthesis he could ...
The parades shows to us on TV
Burn in archival film city.
Those who remained, distribute awards.
And it seems that it was always so.
The war is not ready to disappear.
Those years - millions of personal dramas.
So, let's again
All those who gave us the victory.
When walking, for May, going,
Funny, pretty quiet,
Let's say something about Victory
And remember, a little bit, about the war.
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