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!