War
Роман Ярцев
The sand got into the capillaries and the blood went, but so completely and slowly ...
we had enough bandages in the dunes because of the dry wind without a stream...
In unloading only AK - 7,62 stores, stew and aluminum flask full of Russia водка or French cognac...
Bandages and greenery to hell - a brother's shoulder and hope.on top of the friend who dragged you over the dune... it burns the sand - bitch and that's good... a body without blood dries dry, turning into a mummy...
Прости, если что у меня есть Родина - Ты у меня одна
Россия Москва
WAR
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