Veterans sit on the porch,
Telling stories about the war:
-No bandages, same as before at the pharmacy...
-Someone’s ruining the country from inside...
Though the medals are joy for the heart,
It’s just that the house is not heated.
Icon-lamp’ burning down in little hut,
Desperate lump in the throat suffocates...
Someone s ruining the country from inside...
© Copyright: Людмила Ларкина, 2008
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