Stolen from another site.
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Everything happened on the front.
Once on the battlefield I saw a goat.
The head of the cattle was cut off by a bomb.
I touched it, as if it were whole.
Once I sit in the earth, the tea boiler boils.
The explosion was not my fuck.
I look at the cupboard, the cupboard runs.
I touched it, like nothing.
At the headquarters, away from the war.
I accidentally met my friend.
On the chest of a friend of order, medals.
I touched myself, nothing.
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Today I saw our Governor of Kaliningrad. Dressed in a military uniform and grabbed the whistle, fucking, more than the veterans of the Soviet Union... And it is not shameful to stand next to them – proud even...

An eternal memory to those who gave their lives for us to have a future.