My verses

Girls, history of one fighter got to me on the Internet. Very much it touched me.
So wrote it in verses
(it is devoted to the fighter from Yakutia to Dyulustan Ivanova)
The sniper the bullet was explosive –
He after wound could not be living.
It to it hooked on a backbone
And bodies much at once damaged.
The doctor tried to save, but, alas
Lives of minute of the fighter are considered.
Sent a breathless corpse to a morgue.
The sister ineptly pushed the wheelchair,
Tears disturbed, and it is difficult to breathe …... To read further"

(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... To read further"

He plainly could not pray even.
Only trifle, only couple of lines,
What the grandmother quietly on an ear whispered,
When it at way saw off the madcap.
And even then, when the boy grew up,
The granny asked: "Savior Christ,
Save it, My God, and keep,
Away drive away a trouble and disease!
One road will go to it,
Family will escape from it because,
That the Angel of the Lord will help it,
Stored by God, the granddaughter to mine".
The grandson remembered words those on SVO,
When force enemy bombed it... To read further"

I do not consider the volunteer of,
Though from the first days I help fighters,
Somewhere is money, somewhere things,
Medicines. You know,
A lot of things are necessary to our fighters.
Everyone solves let to himself.
Who stands apart, I do not condemn,
But, honestly, I do not understand.
How not to help us that who in fight
Life and freedom saves yours?!
I do not understand how so it turned out,
Two the country was divided into coast:
On those who stand apart now,
And who helps fighters and the country... To read further"

On snowdrifts snow-white, having slipped any drift,
Having tidied up a beard carelessly, Father Frost goes by sledge.
He hurries, worrying, having lost candies a bag:
Suddenly to someone will not be in time? Though, though precisely in time!
People of a fir-tree dress up, kids in hope wait,
Let their belief will not thaw, there will be a joy and a salute!
Father Frost will enter quietly and will disappear precisely so,
And a present under a fir-tree – to that the most sure sign!
Put at Ded much, days on them only slightly... To read further"

Came in a dream to me
The soul upset all.
And she began to cry
Violently, so bitterly.
"Cruelly I was mistaken
In that life on Earth.
I looked for the checked tracks,
And more simply I wanted to live.
Tried to escape from all problems and troubles,
Than to carry out karma lessons.
I liked to flit,
To fly between stars, flowers and the embodiments.
To try to catch all eyes of admiration.
When was satiated with love,
Good and beauty of Earth.
I grow all the same wiser did not become.
Also did not listen to that... To read further"

I see, I see
It is clear so
Both this small river, and this house.
And that forest breadth in the distance.
I feel comfortably so,
As – as if I am inside
Cozy, hospitable hunter of soul.
And it is good to me here! I hear,
As all right songs are twisted by them.
"Fluffy lumps of feathers"!
But I, do not know how I long will be here,
To bathe in luxury, enjoying
All rest of paradise.
When it is necessary to stand again
Before a storm.
The shivering legs
Persistently resting against the earth.
With bloody foam on lips... To read further"

I love coffee, apples and dark chocolate.
And bitter smell in the mornings, of course, cinnamon.
Still I love the ocean, with the waves storming in rage.
Oh, as I love a smell of a new-mown grass!
And as in blood it rages in the spring!
I love the murmuring streams.
And the sun the beam scorching.
The most beautiful dreams of the moon.
I love a moment, hour, minute …
And eternity step so inaccessible to us.
I love myself, you and small handles,
Which trustfully enclosed to me
The life.
Well, life, I love you!
And I like to live too.

To beloved mummy!
Mother is joy in heart,
It is the help, friendship, kindness,
This place where the soul can be warmed,
To others love - any more not that...
Mother is the first best friend,
The first in all values!
If, suddenly, what illness,
It will help, undoubtedly!
Sometimes, we offend our mothers.
And it is bad, undoubted.
And you forgive me for it, mothers,
Also know - you for me are invaluable!
(From own compositions)
Mother! I love you!

Also I decided to share the last creativity. You do not judge please strictly, verses are written aged from 16 - 18 years
1) When your friend becomes to you a stranger,
And answers your question only with silence,
When its all silhouette to you becomes intolerable,
And in gossips accuses you of slander.
That be quiet. Justice exists.
Let him speak behind the back as dares.
You know that his soul does not cease to hurt,
And in a different way he is not able to show it!
13.03.2003... To read further"