Планировала написать еще к 9 мая. Забросила.
Но на днях вернулась к нему и дописала.


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Listen to my sumption:
Father was a German,
Mummy was a Russian.

Mother can insensibly hide her lies,
Marital infidelitys and treasons in her style,
Daddy in a minute can ninty seven times
Loudly and distinctly repeat the strange word “Heil”.

Dad became a tankman,
Mum – a partisan.
44, October, 10,
Night, cold stars and shine.

Mum sneaked up to dad behind,
Wanting catch fascist off guard,
Dad had time to pull out knife,
Both had played the same wrong card…

It’s late to recognize each other,
It’s for the sake of homeland, as obliges.
You say: “That’s fuck”. Stop, please, don’t bother,
The hope of endless future never dies.

Now father’s lying on my mom.
Not in a burst of passion like he did -
In pool of blood resembled stum,
Freezed monument to debt indeed.

About the end of story –
I am OK…
I feel so sorry
For that day.