1941
(a letter from a soldier)
Your kisses
are still on my lips.
And I am
not afraid to fight for them.
Nineteen
forty one… Forty one days of cold.
The war is
going stronger and stronger,
I am a
Russian soldier walking on our burned lands.
Every
minute I want to be with you.
I send
letters under the endless explosions.
How are you
my dear?
Instead of
“I love you”
I yell
“Fire!”
