Шестопалова Вера Евгеньевна

Шестопалова Вера Евгеньевна

On  this Day, visiting the Unknown Soldier’s  grave - our shrine,

Used   to be patient  we, Russians,   can’t  hold back  brine.

Remembering often that far war, I ask  a question of mine:

Victory, our proud  forever, what your colours are, say!

I’v  read,  ‘cause  of  war cruelty even children went grey!

Crimson  sunrises usually turned to more crimson sunsets.

They were not then romantic, they   included  threats.

Oh, pallid hush of front line, don’t pretend, don’t lie

Recruits,  too young greenhorns, who didn’t want to die.

Your  ruby stars, Moscow, shone your selfless defenders.

Don’t  forget , peoples, who kept your independence!

And  brown  plague, fascism,  won’t  be  back  anymore.

You, mankind, choose urgently: bright peace or blood war!

Written by :

Гулов Артем Петрович