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"My summer has stolen a war." Ukrainian schoolgirl This work brought me to tears ...
Our generation, until recently, the war could only hear the stories of grandparents. But all of a sudden, we saw it with my own eyes. The soldier war takes away life. And the children - childhood. They would run on green lawns, enjoy the sun and life. Instead, they hide in cellars rotten and do not know whether will survive until tomorrow. This verse is a young schoolgirl is dedicated to all the children of an undeclared war.
I was a student of about
Together with hundreds of other children,
About the war, as you probably
I knew only from the news. I>
I do not know if I see all I
This fall back at their desks:
Pay off many lives
For the fate of the political map. I>
I do not know what laws,
What are the rules so black,
We were once native peoples,
Hating each other made. I>
again asked to write an essay
"How I spent bygone summer?»
I'm in tears, with a lump in my throat, excitement
In his mind I am seeking clearance. I>
I have something to write with red stitching ???
About cellars where we hid mother ?!
Noise tanks and day and night ?!
Pools of blood that dripped from the injured ??! I>
can send in colors of explosions,
Dick fear about the shelling of mine ???
About Prayer "saved" in the breaks?
And of those who did not manage to escape ??! I>
Sleep Country! Without trying to wake up,
Lands you in the evil network,
Do not come back to you
Graying childhood children. I>
Well, I, an ordinary schoolgirl,
The writing is keen
Here I write to you to memorize:
"My Summer of stolen war» ... i>
The author of this moving verse - Marina Krasil'nikova.
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I was a student of about
Together with hundreds of other children,
About the war, as you probably
I knew only from the news. I>
I do not know if I see all I
This fall back at their desks:
Pay off many lives
For the fate of the political map. I>
I do not know what laws,
What are the rules so black,
We were once native peoples,
Hating each other made. I>
again asked to write an essay
"How I spent bygone summer?»
I'm in tears, with a lump in my throat, excitement
In his mind I am seeking clearance. I>
I have something to write with red stitching ???
About cellars where we hid mother ?!
Noise tanks and day and night ?!
Pools of blood that dripped from the injured ??! I>
can send in colors of explosions,
Dick fear about the shelling of mine ???
About Prayer "saved" in the breaks?
And of those who did not manage to escape ??! I>
Sleep Country! Without trying to wake up,
Lands you in the evil network,
Do not come back to you
Graying childhood children. I>
Well, I, an ordinary schoolgirl,
The writing is keen
Here I write to you to memorize:
"My Summer of stolen war» ... i>
The author of this moving verse - Marina Krasil'nikova.
Share this touching the product with others. Maybe it will make people think and to prevent this brutal war.
via ofigenno cc
Between these two images of more than 130 years ... But you will not believe what they feature!
This dog did not see his mistress 2 years. It's amazing what happened when they met!