When my grandmother Ira brother Sasha went to the war in 1941, she made him a small simple scarf. And she said: "Keep it and give me back after the war when we win." And Sasha (we always called him uncle Sasha) gave back the scarf to my grandmother in 1946 when he returned back home to their Russian village.
For Grandpa Zenia and “Uncle” Sasha (grandmother’s brother) – the Soviet soldiers in 1941- 1945.
For Grandpa Zenia and “Uncle” Sasha (grandmother’s brother) – the Soviet soldiers in 1941- 1945.
Sunsets and
sunrises were always on fire,
And we were only
looking a head.
The bullets did not
touch us,
They felt sorry for
our mothers.
The road was in trenches for four years.
All we repeat:
We will win, win,
win, because we have faith.
We have faith in ourselves,
We have faith in
fellow soldiers,
We have faith in
our generals,
We have faith in
our people.
We have faith in
our sisters’ scarfs
That will give us
hope
And keep warm at
least for one hour.
