Маргарита Агашина - Второе февраля
On February the second,
Not too early and not too late
At this date.
And to the Mamaev Hill
You will come, you will.
On the second of February.
And there, at that frosty summit,
at that sacred sight,
at that mighty height
you will adorn
white whirling storm
with red flowers.
And as if for the first time you’ll see
What it was like,
Their combat path!
February, February,
A soldiers’ month,
blizzard in the face,
chest-deep snow.
One hundred winters will go by.
And a hundred blizzards.
One simple truth can’t be denied:
We’re in debt forever.
February, February,
A soldiers’ month,
Carnations burn in snow.
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