Not terribly

(it is devoted to the nurse Lyudmila Boliloy)

It was not terrible to sign with it the contract –
Someone has to go to be at war.
Someone has to in deadly fight
To defend the house and the Fatherland.

She is a nurse, and it is necessary there,
While the native land is at war.
That to give first aid to fighters,
That to accompany wounded in hospital.

It was not terrible to leave it the house –
The son and parents wait for it in it.
She promised to return to the family,
As soon as gunpowder smoke vanishes.

It was not terrible to act as it in fight.
Only one it was terrible – to lose.
To lose those fighters with whom war befriended,
And those who were not even known by her.

Today they came under fire,
Cassette shell not one arrived.
So far mortal fight rumbled and whistled,
The sister covered the boy with herself.

He a wounded was, and it clung to life.
Deadly a splinter that could appear.
And that to save the boy soldier,
She followed at death ways.

Now in a medsambata both lie,
By life it is obliged to the sister of soldiers.
She does not even know his name,
And quietly delirious for the family repeats:

Everything will be normal, I will come back home,
It is not terrible that it is wounded, I will be restored.
The sonny, you are not crying, I promised you,
Your brave mother will come back home.

09.02.2025