Was a tough fight. Increasingly the disobedient, as

sleepy night,

I just can't forgive myself. :

Of the thousands of persons I would know I little boy ,

I forgot to ask his name.

Years ten-twelve. Mischief,

From those who are leaders in children,

Of those in the frontline towns

They welcome us as dear guests.

The car is surrounded by Parking lots ,

They Carry water buckets — not work,

Bring the soap with a towel to the tank

And unripe plum pop…

There was a fight in the street. Enemy fire was

terrible,

We broke to the square ahead.

And he nails — do not look out of the towers, —

And his damn will know where he's coming from.

Then guess what the little house

He perched-so many holes,

And suddenly the car ran over the boy:

- Comrade commander, comrade commander!

I know where their gun is. I Scouted. …

I crawled, they're over there in the garden.…

Where?where?.. Let me go.

On the tank. I'll lead.

Well, the battle awaits. Get in here — ,

mate! —

And here we roll to the place of four.

Is worth the kid-mines, bullets whistle,

And only