Re: Gubinsky Alexey Alekseevich
Let's remember them with our silence,
All those who stayed in these meadows
Along a small river with a beautiful name,
Grass sprouting in its shores.
Let's remember them with longing and love
And keep quiet, let them say
Like a river flowing human blood
Bridge crossing from our soldiers.
How they were killed with machine guns,
Like shredded iron they shredded bodies.
Rifle companies were drowning in the swamp,
And the Motherland - the mother could not help them.
How they were buried in ditches and craters,
In ponds and wells, above the river itself.
Like a stranger mom secretly under the icon
I lit a candle for their repose.
Nobody counted them and now will not say
Over whom the thick grass sprouts
As soon as the fog lies in a white shroud,
Let the gray-haired widow go ashore.
Let's remember them that have become grass,
Tree roots and birds twitter.
We carry their names with us today
And their features are features of our faces.
Mikhail Akimov, search unit "Slavs", Vyazma, Smolensk region, 1998
Tatyana Evgenyevna, Olegas, commander of the MPRO "Archive-search group" Bronya "(Republic of Mordovia) Aleksey Kuznetsov IMMEDIATE RESPECT!